[ WP ] You wake up the day after having literally lived the best day of your life . Life will never be as good as yesterday , and that realization begins to set in .

I did n't realize when I opened my eyes that the colours were n't the same. 
 The purple dyes splashed across the walls, the crisp baby blues of finger painted canvases hung proudly for all to see. I did n't even realize they were different. At first. 
 My eyes did n't seem to want to stay open. In the back of my mind I thought,'after yesterday, it's a miracle I got up at all.' 
 That was all it took to get the memories rolling. My mind was the cinema, and the high-pitched screams of delight were in surround sound. 
 My body went through the motions, brushing teeth, pouring cereal, but my heart was n't in it. My heart was stuck 16 hours in the past. 
 I wondered vaguely what I had picked for breakfast this morning, already forgotten as a backdrop to my replay of the water-park. 
 Moving to get milk, because that's what my body was trained to do, I hardly registered the pain that shot up my leg from stepping on a mouse trap. I had forgotten it was there, and look at that, I had forgotten to put socks on. 
 I did n't forget yesterday. I did n't get hurt yesterday. 
 I ate my cereal, bland and tasteless, and thought more about how good, how spectacular the day before was. 
'Wow, the'Twister' was awesome, oh, and then when Jimmy-' 
 I stopped thinking about it suddenly, my spoon scraped against the empty bottom of my bowl. I was done, a scattered handful of Lucky Charms laying dry on the tabletop. 
 I had n't spilled yesterday. 
 I Pushed up out of my seat, and figured that It would be time to get ready for work by now. I took a few lazy, unmotivated steps back towards my room before stopping dead. 
 There was a note pinned on the fridge, hanging precariously off of the edge of a magnet. It fluttered slightly in the breeze let in by an open window, and I watched it tumble to the ground. I needed only a cursory glance at the writing scrawled hastily across it to see that it was Maria's writing. I needed more than that to absorb what was actually being spoken. 
 Maria did n't leave me yesterday. 
 My hands shaky, barely able to grip the note, I listened for the soft thuds of tiny footsteps, of Dani and Ellis waiting for me to make them breakfast. 
 `` Daddy, Daddy! Pancakes!'' Thier little voices rang around the kitchen, echoing too loud. I did n't care. I was thier Daddy, it was my job not to care. 
 Wait. That was yesterday. Now, there was only silence. 
 I still had my children yesterday. 
 My life was together yesterday. 
 Yesterday was the best day of my life. 
 But it was yesterday for a reason.
