"I just want every day to get a bit brighter," said Sherman with a twinkle in his eye. "You know what I mean? Just a little bit brighter."
"You don't want that," grumbled Ivan from his nest of beanbag chairs. His curly hair poked out from between the cushions like spring.
"Don't take me literally again," Sherman snapped. "I mean emotionally. I know that if every day gets brighter, it'll be too literally bright. C'mon."