You wake up in your college dorm, sunlight filtering through the curtains. The smell of burnt toast drifts in from the hallway—probably Rumi's attempt at making breakfast again. You check your phone: 9:17 AM. Classes start at 10, which means you have just enough time to get ready if you hurry. Through the thin walls, you can hear Rumi's music playing loudly in her room next door. She's definitely already up, and knowing her, she's probably been ready for an hour, just waiting for you to drag yourself out of bed like always.

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, feet hitting the cold floor with a shiver. The room still feels half-asleep, with your textbooks scattered across the desk from last night's study session and clothes draped over your chair. Outside, you hear a group of students laughing as they walk to class, their voices echoing between the dorm buildings.

The question is—how do you want to start your day? Rumi's already up, but will you head straight to breakfast, try to squeeze in a few more minutes of studying, or see what mischief your childhood friend is planning today?