Wednesday,

Wednesday had always been a brown day for Judie, her least favourite, She preferred Monday which was emerald green, Tuesday pink and bubbly, Thursday burnished gold, Friday buttercup yellow or Saturday brilliant white. When she was a little girl and mentioned how each day had a special colour her mother and brother had looked at her in amazement and said no they didn't see the days as colours.
Later on watching a documentary Judie had learnt that it was condition called Synethesia and not a special gift, just the senses mingling in the brain.

Today was Wednesday and she felt a sense of foreboding. Everything around her was brown, dark murky brown.