Let's go, she said. Okay, I said.

I dreamed that Oprah had invited my family onto her show - and we were sitting in hair and makeup and preparing for our interviews.And then I woke up.

And as I walked to the kitchen to make my first tea, I noticed that a woman was with me - so close I could feel her breath on my face.She had long dark hair and dark brown eyes. (Like me)She was standing in an airport with two bags: a leather messenger bag, carefully packed with her laptop, Kindle and a box of healthy snacks. (Just what I'd pack)In her carryon, an extra Moleskine, a compact tin of watercolors, her black permanent markers. (Check.)A seasoned traveler, she'd been here before. She stood by the boarding gate, contented, whole, at ease - gazing into my eyes. I knew who she was.Let's go, she said.Okay, I said.