A New Day: The Real Score

I slept well last night - it was, in fact, one of my better nights. I woke up to the usual sounds of late weekend mornings in the little village within the city. I checked the clock - it was already half past ten. I turned to my side hoping to catch a few more minutes of sleep. I cuddled my pillow and it felt good. Then I remembered you. I smiled.

"It was not a dream..."

My hand searched for the remote. I struggled to find it beneath my pillows - I got hold of my phone instead. Three missed calls and a few text messages - a couple of which reminded me that it was indeed Valentine's. I sighed.

"Oh yes, it's Valentine's day alright... so what?", I mumbled.

And then I remembered you again. I smiled. 

"Oh... I take it back. Happy Valentine's Day, you...", I whispered.

"... if only I had your number.", I sighed.

I stood up and opened my windows. It was already warm outside. 

"Good morning world!"

My flowers looked prettier. The sky looked bluer. The sun shone brighter. Everything felt good. 

"It is a new day...", I whispered.