One late night I built up quite an appetite, and the incessant buzzing and the yellow light, coming from the pristine white fridge from across the room, had me foaming at the mouth for a bite. In hindsight it was getting far too late but despite all the things I ate, I stood up with my plate and in haste dropped it on my foot. Picking up the pieces, I cut my hand, now bleeding, I licked off the blood to get a taste. I did not hesitate or fight with my mind at that time, and as if by fate I sank my teeth into my arm.