The quiet magic of flossing before bed

There’s something almost sacred about it—the way the thread slides between teeth, the faint resistance, the sudden release. I’ve been doing it slower lately, not just cleaning but listening. Like my mouth is whispering secrets I’ve been too busy to hear. The clinic’s empty now, and all I can think is how much care we give to things that no one sees. It’s not about perfection. It’s about presence. And maybe that’s enough.