How to brush your teeth

The sound of my fathers knock is loud and clear as he says “Wake up its 7 o’clock!” I know it’s truly 6:30 as always, so I sleep in for a couple of minutes. Time passes by and I realize that I overslept since it is now 7:02. I drag self out of bed and walk towards the bathroom. The door is locked. I look at the door irritated by the fact that its closed every time I want to use it. I knock and my sister opens the door, the light is blinding. She’s doing her hair as always. I step the bathroom wondering where did I leave my toothbrush. Sure enough, the container glances at me and I realize my brush is in it. I take my brush, the sword against plaque, and with it I begin the treacherous journey that occurs everyday in my mouth.
At this moment, the plaque has developed and multiplied in my sleep. The putrid scent its army leaves behind leaves the awful ‘morning breathe’ that wakes me up from slumber. I take the mighty sword and reach for the shield, also known as the toothpaste. Oh no! The shield reinforcement tube has ran out of troops. The battle is halted, as I walk to the closet by the bathroom. I open the closet and find packs of toothpaste. I grab the nearest one and run back to the bathroom. There I remove the packaging and open the tube of toothpaste. I place it near the sink, so I would have everything at hand. It is time; the plaque war is about to commence. I click the cap of toothpaste open, and squirt some on the brush. I turn the faucet on with only cold water. The water’s duty is to activate the shield, which becomes bubbly as the scent of mint evaporates. I open my mouth, where the plaque is waiting to sword and shield, hiding in the deep crevices between teeth.
The battle begins, as my hand steadily brushes the front, back, and inner part of my teeth. The plaques is outnumbered, they have no power over the shield the protects the rough sword. Its bristles wipe out the few remaining troops that the shield fails to drench. My hand then heads for my tongue, where many of them are living in homes now. Tiny plaque communities dwell, but this comes to an end. The sword is prepared to wipe out fresh enemies. It might proves to be true, as it wipes out the plaque for now. More shall come, but the battle is at its end. I rinse the top of my brush with the water and throw it back in its place. I place the toothpaste near the container. The battle is over, but the remains of it are still in my mouth. I cup some of the water in my hand and gargle until I’m sure my mouth is clean. I spit the remains into the sink. I close the faucet, turn off the lights, and leave the battlefield.