Down for more than a week she longed for her mojo to return. The bed she so loved now felt like an unwelcome stranger, stiff and uninviting. Tired of being in the company of the unwelcome stranger she summoned energy from deep within, “come on get out of bed, don’t you want to find your mojo?”
First sitting, then standing; she rose to leave the company of the stiff, uninviting one. “I’ll get a cup of spice tea and check the web,” she thought. With a head totally clogged, she wondered why someone had not just put the Vicks suave in the Kleenex, that would be so much easier.
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