Mouthwash

Every morning and night, the mouthwash swished around in your mouth. The spicy blue liquid ignites a mini-storm, and you squeeze your eyes shut, frowning, battling the suffocating sensation. Those long thirty seconds feel like the longest distance in the world. You count the seconds, swishing, wondering if this is some kind of civilized self-torture ritual. Finally, like a spouting whale, you release the entire ocean into the sink. In that moment, the spiciness in your mouth instantly turns into absolute coolness. You breathe out towards the mirror— Ha, a 'Defensive Charm' that even Harry Potter couldn't conjure. Now, even death wouldn't dare to kiss you.