They asked her about the colour of days and she answered they came in quite different shades. Then they asked her about their flavour and she replied that lately they smelled like routine and responsibility, hard work and tiredness and that she would like them to taste more like freedom and time, pleasure and laughter. They still asked her about the way they looked and still she replied they could look a lot better. And they went on, asking if she could hear them. She said they could be heard in less decibels, in quieter tones. Then they asked her if she was losing her senses. She said that her senses were still pretty much alive. So alive that they allowed her to look at days with good sense and with good sense aknowledge that a lot more sense is and will always be expected to come out of them. And that she would wait to touch the peaceful merriness of such days again.