#cheetos with chopsticks

reyton:

you wake up in the morning, roll over. the second pillow is still warm. you smile softly to yourself. you stand up, wrap a silk robe around yourself, tiptoe into the kitchen. oscar isaac is there. wearing an ayn rand t-shirt. holding a bag of flamin hot cheetos. holding a pair of chopsticks. presumably using the chopsticks to eat the cheetos without getting flamin hot dust all over his fingers. “hey babe,” he says. you’re at peace.