I feel so alive right now and for the rest of my days.

Right now is the part that can be checked. This hour, the temperature of the room, whatever your hands are resting on.

And the checking comes back better than mood suggests. You are breathing. Something in you is repairing. A large amount of machinery is running unsupervised in there this minute.

None of that requires a good week in order to be true.

The rest of your days gets built out of hours exactly like this one, arriving singly, which is the only way anybody has ever received them.