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The relaxing and rich scent of fabric conditioner coming from the pillows and blanket of my room filled my nose as I buried my face deeply on the sheets of my bed. It was a Monday morning, and as usual, I did not have anything to do since the university classes for the first semester of that year had not started yet. And there was really nothing else I could do in that hotel room, where I temporarily stayed, aside from watching television and lazing around, because there was no kitchen to cook for breakfast or coffee maker to start my day. I want to sleep more, but I’m already hungry, I thought to myself. I reluctantly rolled my body on the bed and lay on my back to stare blankly at the white ceiling of my room, at a loss of what I must do for that day. What should I order today for my