to trick yourself into thinking you’re eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch, but also, to magically transport yourself to inside of a commercial where you’re sitting on your giant leather couch night-dreaming about wearing your skinny jeans from College, wrestling with your late night craving for something sweet,  and then all the sudden, you’re at the pantry, and then all of the sudden, you’re eating cereal at midnight? and then even more suddenly, it’s two weeks later, and you’re zipping up the jeans in front of the mirror and then you dance a little bit because no one is watching except for your really attractive probably 1/4th Puerto Rican husband, who is gazing at you from the doorway, who loved you even when you were 5 pounds tragically overweight, which made you so sad that you just sat on your couch at midnight, thinking of jeans, donuts dancing above your head.