I was sprawled out on the couch, the worn cushions molded to the shape of my body. The TV blared with the bright colors and high-pitched voices of the usual morning cartoons. Amelia, usually teases me about my cartoon obsession. "Even when you get married and have kids, you'll still be glued to these shows," she'd say with a knowing smirk. And she wasn't wrong. Cartoons, movies, especially the ones with happy endings, it was my escape, my refuge from the harsh realities of life. It was like stepping into a world where anything was possible, where good always triumphed over evil, and where even the most impossible dreams could come true.
I was lost in the cartoon, my mind drifting away from the mundane world, when Amelia's voice pierced through the animated soundscape. She stood in the doo
