Sometimes the word we want to use to describe an experience doesn't exactly fit.
For example: this morning the sunny alarm woke me at seven. Then I had a warm fuzzy breakfast of Farina, muffin, and scrambled egg. Then I took a delicious hot shower.
One of the creatures in Alice in Wonderland says, "When I use a word, it means exactly what I want it to mean. It's just a matter of who is the boss: the word, or I."
That of course is from the author who said, "Twas brillig in the slithy tome."
Why should the meaning of a word be cast in cement? Words should be like butterflies, flitting about and each one beautiful.