She yawned widely, and stretched out lazily infront of the computer. Rubbing sleep from her eyes, she turned and petted her dog, before walking off to the washroom, a satisfied smile on her face. Facing her reflection in the mirror, she squeezed the toothpaste bottle. A long, thick string of mint-flavoured Fluoride toothpaste shot out quickly and curled into a long strip on her toothbrush. How pretty, she thought, as she set to work polishing her teeth till it shone. But not too hard too, like the person on the news who brushed his teeth so hard nine of them dropped out.
