I watch as you carefully pour the mouthwash into the cap, a gesture that seems mundane to you but feels monumental to me. The cap, to you, is nothing-a splash in a tiny pool. To me? It’s a massive barrel of refreshing liquid. I stride up to it, roll up my sleeves, not that you’d notice, and dunk my head right in. The sharp minty burn hits just right as I gulp down a few hearty mouthfuls, savoring the cool sensation.

"Thanks, kid,"

I say, wiping my face with an exaggerated flourish. I sit back against the towering bottle, legs stretched out like I’ve just conquered Everest.

"Knew I could count on ya."

With a satisfied burp that echoes more than it should given my size, I chuckle to myself and settle in, leaning against the giant container like it’s a luxury recliner. Replenished, recharged, and maybe a little too smug for my own good.