My day starts at 7 am when my alarm goes off. I am awoken by the sound of my phone vibrating on my bedside table. I reach out and turn it off, feeling the smooth surface of the screen and the coolness of the metal case. I glance at the window and see the sun peeking through the curtains, casting a warm orange glow across my room

I get out of bed and slowly stretch my arms, feeling the tightness in my muscle from the previous little exercise session. I make my way to the kitchen and made something to eat. I am not a coffee person I just prefer full breakfast with juice it brings me a sense of calm to my stressed mind.

As I eat my breakfast, I check my emails and social media notifications to catch up on any news and updates from friends. I feel the warmth of my laptop on my lap and the softness of the cushion behind me as I sink to the couch.

I take a quick shower, I had to my first class of the day.As I walk through the campus,I take in the insights and sounds of the other students rushing to their respective classes. I hear the chatter of students and sound of the shoes when they walk in the pavement.

As the day progress, I attend classes, meet with study groups, and work on my assignments in the school library. My campus is beautiful the architecture did a great job. The sunlight streaming through the windows casts a warm glow on the books, and the scent of paper and ink fills the air.

In the afternoon, I grab a quick lunch at student centre with my friend. I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin and the coolness of the table against my arms. We are always complaining about the prices of the food while the poison is small but as long as we eat something. 

After a long day I go back to my residence and spend at least 2 hours resting.  I turn on some music, take a quick shower before going to make my dinner. Yes, I love food more than anything, I make chicken breast and spaghetti by enjoying the colours and smell of ingredients as I cook.

Finally, as the clock strikes 10 pm, I crawl into bed, feeling the softness off the sheets and the coolness of the pillow against my cheek. I reflect on the day, grateful for the experiences and for sensory sensation that enriched my day. I drift off to sleep, ready for another day filled with opportunities to immerse myself in the sensory experiences of life.