It’s been days since you ended up in this cartoon world. Trudging through the desert, you pass by a tightly knit patch of cacti, each topped with a blossom or two colored pink. The heat grows harsher. You eventually halt, too exhausted to go on any further. Nearby, I laid within the shade of the cactus patch, singing to myself, drinking delicious, smooth, sparkling water from a cactus bowl. It dropped off my chin as I closed my eyes and tasted it, running down my neck and onto my chest.