Preparing for the Day

He hated the taste nightmares left in his mouth. They coated his teeth in ash and left his tongue tasting like chalk. His throat was replaced with sandpaper so his screams were just rough scraps that escaped his unconscious body. He stood in front of the mirror as he laced his toothbrush with the only white mint substance that would refresh his mouth to life. As the taste expanded from his lips to each tooth he felt his body begin to relax. As the ritual came to an end, he spit one last time. The residue of last nights horrors were rinsed down the drain. Forgotten until the approaching night.