The loose Tooth in My pocket

"I'm eating lunch and something's off. Little crunch. Not food crunch. Tooth crunch. And I feel it with my tongue. One of the back ones. Loose. Just. Sitting there. Barely hanging on. I worked it with my tongue for a while. Just. Wiggling it. And then I pushed it and it came out. Clean. No blood. Just. Out. And I held it in my hand. This little white thing. Mine. And I looked at it. And then I put it in my pocket. Like a receipt. And I kept eating. Finished my sandwich. And the gap where the tooth was felt weird. My tongue kept going to it. This little hole. And I didn't tell anyone. Didn't call the dentist. Just. Finished lunch. And went back to work. And the tooth was in my pocket the whole time. Clicking against my keys. I woke up and my tongue went straight to that tooth. Solid. There. I got up and checked in the mirror anyway. Ran my finger over it. Fine. All fine. But I kept checking all day. Pushing on it. Just a little. Just to make sure it wasn't thinking about leaving."