Meeting Carlos

Tramgirl leapt out of her bed this morning and jumped onto me as I was writing.

“Whoah! What’s up?” I asked.

Tramgirl wasn’t sure if she was going to tell me. “I…I….I…..”
“You what?” I picked her up and walked her to the kitchen as I made myself a coffee.

“I meet a man in my dream.” She said as I sat her on the bench.
“Yeah..” Tramgirl was always meeting people in her dreams.
“This time it was crazier than ever. The man Carlos, told me to write musicals.” As she said this Tramgirl jumped off the bench and began to swing her arms from side to side.
“He also told me to do this.” Swinging fasters.
I sat back down to write.
Tramgirl is still in the kitchen swinging her arms from side to side and humming, I’m sure it’s the tune, “If I only had a brain.”