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Bianca's alarm blared to life, piercing the silence of her bedroom. She groggily reached over to turn it off, her arm stretching out from beneath the covers. As her hand made contact with the snooze button, she felt a wave of fatigue wash over her. She hadn't gotten much sleep, her mind racing with thoughts of Dr. Davis and the events of the previous day.

Despite her exhaustion, Bianca knew she needed to get up. She had a busy day ahead of her, with multiple classes scheduled throughout the morning and afternoon. She threw off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed, planting her feet firmly on the ground.

As she planted her feet firmly on the ground, Bianca felt the cool carpet floor beneath her toes, a stark contrast to the warmth of her bed. She yawned, arching her back and extending her arms overhead, giving a good stretch to loosen up her stiff muscles. The movement caused her breasts to rise and fall slightly under her thin tank top, drawing attention to the subtle curves of her figure.

With another languid stretch, Bianca shook off the remnants of slumber, her gaze drifting towards the clock radio on her bedside table. Its bright red digits glowed in the dim light of her room, announcing the time: 7:45 AM.

As Bianca's gaze lingered on the clock radio, her brain slowly began to register the impending deadline of her first class. She had exactly one hour and fifteen minutes to shower, dress, and grab breakfast before rushing out the door. With a newfound sense of urgency, she pushed herself up from the bed, her bare feet sinking deeper into the plush carpet. The fibers tickled her toes, causing her to wriggle them slightly as she stood upright.

She shuffled towards the bathroom, flipping the switch to illuminate the space. Fluorescent lights flickered to life, casting an unforgiving glare on her sleepy features. She quickly went through her routine and got ready for class. Heading out the door with 30 minutes to spare.

Bianca goes through her morning classes with little distraction, doing the normal first week of listening to the syllabus, getting hand outs, understanding how to submit assignments and more. She had worn a simple yellow sun dress and some elegant sandals and had no problem attracting attention for the day, even though her mind wandered to Dr. Davis. Should she go see him?