The day everything was okay

I used to worry about everything, I'd dread going to bed, grind my teeth all night and wake up knowing there was a chance that later that day I could be hit by a bus or get toothache. Then one day there was a voice on the radio broadcasting across every station, interupting broadcasts and it said 'Today, everything is going to be okay.' In a deep, booming voice it said 'Today, rifts will heal, minor illnesses will be cured, painful memories will be erased. Don't get too excited though' the voice continued, 'It's not like we're all going to live forever, or shit like that. It'll be back to normal tomorrow. But for today, everything's going to be okay.'

And suddenly the little bits inside me that hurt stopped hurting. Coffee stains disappeared from the carpet, the crick in my neck stopped aching, it felt like my head could spin 360 degrees. I wasn't out of breath when I climbed the stairs. My gums didn't bleed when I ate a banana.

You told me your fingernails, which had been chewed down since you were a toddler, were long and painted like you'd always wanted, and you realised you were no longer allergic to peanuts, and lay on your back with your mouth open as I threw them through the air. And it felt as euphoric as stealing a speedboat, or bungee jumping from a helicopter.
'Remember it will all be over tomorrow.' the voice reminded us. 'Don't get too excited. It's not as amazing as you think it is. You're not going to be able to talk to dead people or shit.'
but it was too late, already the dog had unburied itself from the flowerbed. All photos taken of me where I'm blinking as the flash goes off have been airbrushed, giving me big blue eyes. My Young Person's Railcard was suddenly valid again.

A bottle of Champagne in my fridge, that hadn't been there that morning winked at me, two glasses in the cupboard tinged 'cheers.' And I felt like I could piggyback orphans from a burning building, drag baddies out of moving cars. And I looked at you and said 'Aren't you that girl from school? Who I never spoke to, but felt nervous every time you walked past. Do you live here now?'

And you said 'yes, but only until tomorrow, and time is running out. Let's go and steal that speedboat.'