I can’t control when I think of a first sentence. In her wake, flood more sentences. They stream effortlessly in sequential order.
My only hope is to connect my fingers to the keys in time. I type, trying to keep up with the beat.
It was something about waking up early. And how much more you can accomplish by 2 p.m.. The wording was perfect. Three, no, five sentences followed, eloquent and witty, the way that only Cha Cha can.
But the afternoon wind had picked up and I was getting cold. So I put Cha Cha on pause while I added another layer. A minute later, she was over the whole thing.
“I’m ready!” I said. And Cha Cha rolled her eyes. She’s been waiting for me to get my act together for years. All of a sudden, she’s just supposed to just show up and perform?! It doesn’t work like that, sweetheart.
I am bundled up with nothing to say when Cha Cha winks and forces me to smile.
“Do you believe in me?” She asks.
“I do,” I say.
“Then be patient,” she says.
“I am a patient person,” I repeat a recent beat. Music to our ears.