Entry #3: Harmless Tab or a Polar Vortex?

Have you ever done something so routine and simple that you didn’t consider the consequences? Only to regret your life choices immediately? That was me just a few minutes ago when I freshened this ogre's breath. 


I popped open the metal tin in my hands, and after a moment of resistance, I was greeted with the satisfying click that echoed in my ears. The sound was like the first click of someone cracking a vault code.



In front of me, I see the white snow caps the tin was concealing. I pick up the tiny polar vortex of secrets, which uncovered a cool scent escaping it. It slaps me in the face as I inhale. Crisp and sharp. I took the innocent white tablet between my thumb and index finger. It leaves a chalky residue of doom on them as I toss the tab into my mouth. My taste buds get shocked by a full-blown snowstorm that reaches my microbiome in just milliseconds. The coolness blooms instantly, traveling up my sinuses at the speed of light. My eyes water just a bit as the arctic air makes its way through. As I took a breath in, the air felt thin, icy even, like I was at the top of an iced-over mountain.




As if that wasn’t enough, I bit down on the polar vortex, assuming the worst was behind me. Wrong, the roller-coaster picks back up. It unleashed an even stronger wave of frosted fury. My tongue can’t seem to catch a break at my relentless decisions of chopping down on the frozen toothpaste disguised as a virtuous white tab. My breath was so cool at this point that I felt I could have cooled off the steam of my Pho bowl I had devoured before this discovery of polar ice. 


And despite the tribulations I endured, I realized something weird- I actually loved it. What’s a little frostbite to keep life interesting? 




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