I'll send a nice message straight through the wires with the bird outside my window. I'll wrap the paper up with a nice little bow and a short piece of twine for him to carry onward to speak into your mind. He'll make it in the morning, I know he surely will to be there when you wake up to tell you how I feel.
To yesterday morning, when we had both slept lightly, miles apart, and woke up to the birds chirping outside our windows.