'I wonder which one it's going to be this year,' was my first thought when I woke up this morning. You see, it was April 26, the day when all of us lose one sense for the day. Which one? We never know until that moment.

When I opened my eyes and saw my surroundings, I knew my sight was still in tact. And I could hear my alarm going off. I shrugged and grabbed my phone and smiled. 'Perfect. Touch is there.'

After taking a quick shower, I went to get breakfast, worried my sense of taste was gone. That's happened in the past and I hated it. I couldn't wait until the day was over so I could taste again.

And then I knew it. My sense of smell was the only thing left and I didn't have to test it out to know that's what I lost today.