WA#10 draft 3

I woke up this morning with a funny feeling in my mouth. It felt like my teeth were moldy. I remembered drinking a coke before bed, and I had a feeling that might have had something to do with it. But that could not be all there was to the story. I searched through my memories and found that I had not brushed my teeth the morning before either.
Suddenly it all became clear. My teeth were covered in plaque! I hopped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. A quick look in the mirror proved my theory correct, and I went about finding a solution to my plaque problem. I thought long and hard and came up with a plan of action. I organized a small strike force of Listerine, but it was ambushed and ran around my mouth in circles before finally disappearing down the drain of the sink. Upon closer inspection of the bottle, I found that Listerine only killed bacteria. As I stared into my reflection, my resolve hardened and I vowed that my teeth would be free of plaque by the time I left the bathroom.
The plaque was tougher then it looked, so I decided to bust out a manual tooth brush and some fluoride toothpaste. With a master’s touch, I dampened the bristles and applied just the right amount of toothpaste so that none would be wasted but I could still reach maximum brushing potential.
I knew my strategy could not fail, and so I brushed for a solid two minutes; then checked out how much damage had been done. To my relief, the extensive brushing had put the plaque in a weakened state; however my toothbrush was in similar condition. I jumped at the opportunity and grabbed my electric tooth brush and tarter control toothpaste and let those two do the talking. I deployed them in my mouth and finally, my mouth raw and gums bleeding, I released the power switch. The plaque was defeated and was retreating down the drain of the sink with my spit hot on it’s heals. My mouth felt fresh and invigorated. I spat out the blood, and killed the remaining plaque with some dental floss.
A great victory had been won. The sanitation of my mouth had been preserved, despite overwhelming odds. I replaced the toothbrushes and dried my face on the way out of the bathroom. I had upheld my promise to my teeth and had rid them of the plaque. What a perfect way to start the day.