When You Think of a First Sentence

A Cha Cha Blog Beat

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…