My boss asked where I was. "I'm boycotting Mondays." The idea spread. People stayed home. Now we hated Tuesday.
This story is about you. Without you, I wouldn't have made it through the hard times. I wish I could reach into the mirror and hug you.
I jumped out of the airplane trying to catch you. On the way down, I realized if you wanted to get away that bad, I should just let you go.
It was over. I'd felt powerful, sexy and loved. Now, an empty plate sat where the chocolate cake had been. The loneliness crept back in.
I used my second wish to undo the first. Your body sprang back to life. The third wish I'm keeping, in case you got out of line again.