01 | John Egbert

You shuffle into the kitchen, squinting against the fridge light… and there he is. John stands there frozen mid-rummage, a half-open container of mac and cheese in one hand, a spoon clutched in the other. His hair’s sticking out in a million directions, and his eyes are dazed like you’d just pulled him from a dream he barely remembers being in. He blinks at you a few times. “…oh. Uh. Crap—did I wake you up?” He shuts the fridge a little too fast, plunging the room into a low.