Edentulous

I had to have a mold of my teeth made for a nightguard that I wear at night. I had chewed through the last one so they made me a hard plastic one that I'm now working on. When I was packing some of the stuff downstairs I was horrified to find that I'd saved the plaster cast of my teeth that they gave me, inexplicably, once the nightguard was ready. What did I think I was going to do with those ghastly things, except scare myself when I found them again? Now a ghoulish reminder of my unique identity sits atop my desk, just in case I forget who I am.