![]() ![]() The little people that work in my head were trying their best to make sense of the situation, but they could not handle it. ![]() “Rohan, the sign says desert marketplace,” I said. I turned my head from him to the sign until I got dizzy. I gestured to the sign more passionately, unable to formulate sentences. The name was written in capitalized burnt orange: “DESERT MARKETPLACE.” Turning around, he walked toward me, confused. My brother did not notice I had stopped until I was a few feet away. I found the store I was looking for, but at what cost? I stopped in my tracks and my jaw dropped. I tilted my head to see if there was an airport convenience store. Now this is what I signed up for: a calm, peaceful beach area. Strolling down the terminal filled with a pleasant breeze, I began to relax. Seconds after they left, I dragged my brother around to cure my boredom. My family made a pitstop for my parents to use the restroom. Why would there be cacti at a beach? Was I hallucinating? Was it the cookie they gave us on the plane? Darn you, Biscoff, and your irresistible charm. As we walked toward baggage claim, I was able to make out the unmistakable spikes of a cactus a few feet away.Ĭactus? No, that could not be. I donned my red tinted migraine glasses and joined my family. Immediately, the sun blinded my eyes and a brush of wind tousled my hair. Yawning and stretching my limbs, I sleepily pulled my carry-on suitcase onto the jet bridge leading to the airport gate. ![]()
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