POV:

It was a typical day, extremely normal to boot, even for an average guy like me. The normality of that day didn't even amaze me anymore.

I woke up late as usual. Usually, my classes at the University begin at seven, in the morning. So, you would think that I would get up at 5 or 5:30, to prepare food and get ready.

But, to keep my traditions I woke up exactly at 6:00. I rolled out of bed, as late as ever, and glanced at my phone to see the sixth alarm blaring. Yep, you heard it. I set six alarms because I know how lazy I can be. It's one of the perks of being average—I'm quite self-aware, but utterly powerless to do anything about it.

Letting out a massive yawn, I realized, I probably should start getting ready for the day. Breakfast needed to be made, and I debated what to play on Netflix in the background. Maybe "Friends" or "The Big Bang Theory" this time?

'Ah, fuck it!. 10 more minutes'.

I took a turn, got into a side position, and fell asleep. The beautiful thing about this kind of sleep is it is the most precious one. It takes you not more than a minute to fall back to sleep and in your dreams, you're usually the main character of some anime or light novel while eradicating a whole bunch of armies.

But, as always, my eyes shot open. Oh crap! Oh crap! I'm late! Jumping out of bed, I let out another yawn and checked my second emergency alarm—yep, it was 7 am. Ah, screw breakfast. I had to get going. I transformed into a blur of motion, brushing my teeth with one hand and washing my face with the other. Clothes changed, laptop packed, and I was out the door.

Now, you are probably imagining that having left in such a hurry, I was in a rush to get to the bus stop. No way man. Too much influence from the light novels had ingrained a lesson deep into me.

1. Avoid the trucks and buses. Stay far away. If it is not the truck kun, it is the bus kun.

2. Cross the road with extreme vigilance. Waste precious class time if you have to.

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So, armed with these life-saving rules ingrained, I arrived at the university at 7:40. Luckily, the class started late, so I was only 25 minutes late, fashionably.

'Hmm, the lecture is on Resources and Recycling. Why is the teacher spouting political jibber jabber? What do global climate issues and citizen laws, have to do with an engineering course? I didn't come to Germany to study politics, for crying out loud. Give me a break'.

Every student wore a bored expression. Some were shamelessly using the university Wi-Fi to download Netflix shows. Others whispered among themselves in hushed tones. 'Ugh, just end it already. I can't listen to you droning on anymore about the climate change and your activism bullshit.'

With these thoughts, I seriously considered dropping the course entirely and saving myself the dose of weekly headaches.

Rubbing my tired eyes as the class finally ended, I stood up and made my escape from the boredom pit. Hamid caught up with me and asked, "Bro, is the next class on schedule or canceled?"

"Didn't you get the mail, we only had one class today", I replied in a tired manner.

Anyway just to be nice, I asked a question in return as well," So what did you think about it. Are you going to take the German language course this semester".

Hamid shook his head, saying, "No, man. I can't. I'm swamped with work and my courses. So, shall we go to a restaurant? My treat."

Knowing what would happen next, I immediately refused. The guy is nice, but, he has a habit of turning lunches into extremely loud sports debates, a topic with which I am sadly heavily unequipped.

With that said, I bid him farewell and made my way out. 'Now, what should I make for lunch? I've already mastered the art of biryani, karahi, and macaroni.'

"Bah! I need something new."

I decided to go all out and buy a pizza. So, off I went to the supermarket, eyeing the frozen section filled with those delectable discs of cheesy goodness.

And then it happened.

.

.

'Ah finally. They have got a halal pizza for chicken. I don't have to keep eating those disgusting tuna pizzas now. Hmm.'

I grabbed four of them and strutted out of the supermarket.

My residence is located in the middle-class part of Magdeburg, a good 20-25 minutes away from the university area by tram. The rent was affordable, and my room was surprisingly spacious. The only downside was the long commute and the less-than-tidy roommates. Not that they had a bad attitude or anything, but cleanliness wasn't their strongest suit.

Anyway, like I said, a normal day for a normal person.

I stayed up way too late, around 1 am as usual, and immediately dove back into my dreams.

Until, of course, I woke up again.