Last night I was flossing the universe's teeth

I'm standing in a vast, quiet space—like the inside of a nebula—and instead of a patient in my chair, there's this enormous, gentle mouth made of constellations. I'm taking this glowing strand of floss and carefully guiding it between each star, and every time I curve it around a tooth (or whatever those light clusters are), a tiny chime sounds, like a tuning fork. The whole rhythm feels sacred, like the planets are breathing in time with my hands. I woke up feeling weirdly peaceful, and honestly? It made me want to floss my actual teeth more reverently today.