Despite the fact that my want to talk signifies that I’ve but to finish the night time with my mouth shut, I’ve soldiered on for a few months now and have observed some advantages. Earlier than embarking on mouth taping, I’d had visions of mornings like that second in Hocus Pocus the place Billy cuts open his mouth after 300 years of it being sealed shut and out come puffs of moths. However moderately than having a dry mouth after an evening of no sips of water, I’ve really discovered it feels extra hydrated. As a knock on, I *suppose* I’ve achieved minimal morning breath. I’ve positively discovered colds are lingering on much less, and my allergic reactions are diminished. And, sure, sleep is, in accordance with the apps who berated me for not getting sufficient of it, somewhat higher — deeper, evidently.