Cleaning those Pearly Whites

I have always been a night owl. One of those rare creatures that preferred to stir well past past the Witching hour. Sleep always seemed to encroach against my will. Eyes heavy, I would, at last, give in and fall to sleep.

The morning's terrible revenge on my insolence was always brutal and unyielding. No matter. I found that I could rob sleep from the most mundane tasks and eek out a few more minutes of shut eye.

Tomorrow will be the same.