part 335.2 of a novel: crumble's face

My friend always has crumbs on his face. He doesn’t brush them off before he goes to bed. He feels like they keep him satisfied in the middle of the night. He says he’s less likely to feel restless and roll around and whatever. I don’t believe him. I think he’s afraid of brushing his teeth, but I don’t know. I guess it’s better than having stains—chocolate, tomato sauce, milk mustache, etc—on your face. A little crumble snack is more satisfying I suspect.