Smiling she took my hand in hers. "My dear, I'm you."
Wait what?!
"You're....what? You're me? How? What?" Spinning a thousand miles an hour, my mind couldn't wrap about what she could possibly mean. I felt like she broke me.
A laugh as light and inviting as a cold glass of water on a hot day, she took my hand and gently lead me to my room. Room 22. Opening the door for me, she helped me sit on the big sofa before walking towards the door.
"I'll go get some tea, Earl Grey or Chamomile?"
Slowly following her with my eyes, my brain answered on auto pilot, "chamomile please. It will help me sleep..."
"Very well dear." She walked out the door and closed it gently behind her.
I began to gather my thoughts. She is me. She is me. Does that mean I am her? Is this where my destiny lies? A H
