Creative Writing Prompt: The Point of View From an Inanimate Object

I know I have a purpose, but, sometimes my existence can stink. Mornings are exceptionally tough for me. This large creature with bed head and bags under their eyes, stumbles into the bathroom, yanks me from my resting place, puts me under water until I’m soaking wet. Then, they squeeze this overwhelmingly minty paste on me. The worst part, they lift me up, guide me toward their mouth, and start rubbing me on their teeth. The breath! Oh my goodness! To put it nicely, it is like death. I endure 2 minutes of agony. When it is all over, I am caked in minty paste, and what ever was stuck in their teeth from the night before. Finally, the large creature bathes me in water, so I am nice and clean, and I am able to return to my resting place. From here, I watch the large creature spit out toothpaste, gargle with water, and spit again.
It is really not the best thing to wake up to.

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