Maybe I'll get lucky?

I wandered around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around.

And around, and around, and around, and around.

Round, and round, and round, and a fucking round.

And around and around around and around.

I got lost, and more lost, and hungrier and hungrier.

I went around and got weaker, I went around and grew starved, and I went around. . .

. . .and around. . .

. . .and around. . .

Until I fell to the ground exhausted, starved, and half-mad. I looked up at the stars, and found myself looking into twinkling amber eyes. Fangs flashed, and nothing else.