My day begins when I hear the chime of my alarm clock pulling me out of my dreams. As I gradually wake up, I see the early rays of dawn filter through the curtains. This transition represents the rite of separation as I am departing from dream land to begin my day in the real world.

I get up and leave the warmth of my sheets and as my feet touch the cold tiles, I feel a slight shiver up my spine. I draw the curtains and the sun shines so brightly, it illuminates all the dark corners of my room. I open my windows to take a deep breath from the air that fills up my space. 

Making my way to the kitchen, i switch on the kettle to make a cup of lemon water. The cup brings warmth to my hands and the first sip awakens my taste buds. I can hear birds from outside my window chirping a new song. This is the liminal phase from night to day, where I seek comfort in the calm, letting myself be embraced by the peacefulness of dawn.

My everyday existence is defined by the activities that I am engrossed in as the day goes on. There is sensory richness in every encounter, from the attendance to every lecture in the day to the quiet and focused moments of studying.. My day is textured by different sensory experiences, from the taste of my lunch to the chattery of students i pass by on campus and the feel of my solid pen pressing on my notebooks. This is my reincorporation