You continue to nap.
You drift out of the consciousness of reality and slip into a more easy-going plane of existence. One where there is no pain or loss. There are infinite fish who taste infinitely amazing but do not have to die when you infinitely eat them because they are infinitely spawning and creating and reusing just like how everything should and could and will forever be. Your fur is long and glossy and beautiful. The berries you find are delicious and huge and juicy and easy to pick. There are no bad things here. Only good things.
You choose to…