My hand reached out to touch it and I was pleased to see that I was not trembling. There could be no mistakes. There was no room for error. Things would never be the same again and my excitement was palpable. With nothing left to lose (and everything to gain) I swallowed hard and took the knife.
The blade was cold against my hand as I stood mesmerized by the light glinting off the edges. Something primal was in control now and, despite my better judgement, I liked it. A pang of regret swept through me but I dismissed it immediately. There was no turning back. Not now.
I thrust the knife forward. It went in much easier than I expected. There was no resistance at all. Just for kicks, I stabbed it in a few more times. This made was a lovely squishy noise that sent tingles down my spine. But enough playing around, it was go time.
I smeared the soy tofu "cheese spread" on my cracker and stared at it.
It kind of looks like cheese. It's certainly better for your body than cheese.
And, though it didn't taste much like cheese, it still beat eating a plain cracker.
Plain crackers suck ass.
If only they made tofu Pop Tarts, I'd be able to eat a lot healthier.