[ WP ] Born without one of your senses , upon your death , you are given the opportunity to experience any one day again but this time with all your senses . How does it go ?

`` Born without one of my senses? That's nonsense, I had all of them. Sight, Sound, Smell, Touch, Taste.. all of them! I mean.. I know I was colour-blind, but that's hardly an entire sense'' The angel failed to stifle a laugh, as his eyes flickered away to avoid making contact with mine `` If you say so.'' 
 
 I had as long as I wanted to choose a day, but I could n't forget the look in his eyes when he said `` If you say so.'' so I chose the day I found out I was colour-blind.'' As soon as I said it, I was there, at the front of a queue waiting to visit the school nurse. I barely remembered the day, it was so insignificant, but the smells and sounds of the school brought it all back in an instance. 
 
 `` NEXT'' 
 
 Walking into the stuffy office, I was greeted by the school nurse ( I never knew her name ) and an older woman with a clipboard. `` This is a simple test of your senses, please read the letters from the board.'' I do n't remember ever seeing her before or after, but she did all the talking, the school nurse just nodded reassuringly. 
 
 I followed along, reading letters from a board, pressing a button in response to beeps, all standard stuff I'm sure we had done before. Then came the ishihara test. `` Now, look at this picture, and tell me the number that you see.'' She showed me a standard dot-test, it had the number forty-three on it. `` Forty Three.'' She made a note on her clip-board, `` Yes, and this one.'' 
 
 Something must have been wrong, the next picture in the book was just randomly coloured dots, exactly as I remember seeing it before. 
 
 `` SEVENTY EIGHT'' 
 
 I had n't said that. It was n't my voice, it was hers. But it was inside my head, as if I'd remembered her saying it. My mind must have been playing tricks on me, maybe I was remembering what the answer should be from last time. 
 
 The tester impatiently tapped the clipboard on the edge of the desk, `` Anything?'' I cleared my throat, `` Seventy Eight?'' 
 
 She ticked the clipboard, and put it back down. `` Excellent, all six of your senses appear to be in perfect working order, thank you for you time. NEXT!'' 
 
 

