It was a gray, unpleasant day.

The small flat, usually not very tidy nor neat, appeared to be splendidly bright, newly furnished.

It smelled like fresh flowers.

The tiny couch, which used to look sad in its dusty, faded blue color, was covered with a colorful hand-crocheted wool blanket, and above it were two pairs of soft, velvety cushions of different sizes.

The large queen-size bed that has always dominated the entire studio apartment looked, even more, imposing with its black headboard and feet. Its presence, however, was refined by a sky-blue bedspread and another vividly colored wool blanket.

The walls weren't yellowish anymore: someone must have painted them white and decorated them with paintings - Buddha in the lotus flower position, a tall and slim waterfall falling from the top of a mountain, an abstract canvas painted green and recalling long, sinuous blades of grass.

Even the table, usually covered with every imaginable kind of trash, was cleared out, except for two flower pots and a large lit candle displaying the word "HOME" on it.

The aquarium in the bathroom had been freed from the unpleasant greenish algae and the many little fish were swimming happily and peacefully.

It was a gray, unpleasant day, but if you closed the big, tall, silver curtains, your spirit could not help but feel comforted.