Entry #3 Delicious

As I walked out of Olive Garden on that warm weekend night, I allowed my food to settle as I drove home. Although the savory flavors that filled my taste buds at Olive Garden were more than desirable, I had decided once I arrived home that it was time to forget about Italian food for the night. I walked into my stuffy bedroom searching for the remedy to my garlic breath. As I paced towards my desk, my hand met the wrinkly packaging of what would soon be the cure. I began to feel the shiny, plastic wrapper that tightly hugged the small container inside. It looked clearly as though it had been constructed by a machine, judging by the perfect plastic corners that met in the middle of the logo on the front. I held this tiny prism shaped package in my sweaty hands just for a moment before quickly destroying the plastic surrounding it entirely. Before I ate the pearl-colored spherical mouthwash, I could not help but find my nose detecting the fresh smell that the open package invited. I was able to breathe in, only to feel an icy sensation which can only be compared to the feeling of gasping the cold air outside on a snowy day in Colorado. After I breathed in the fresh air, I crunched and felt the thin outer-layer begin to slowly collapsed into smaller pieces in my mouth. I continued chewing and slowly tasted the freshness destroy any residue of pasta on my breathe. I felt myself become engulfed in the feeling of rejuvenation and a sense of confidence instilled back into my system. Having garlic breath was past me now.