Under the bed

She 'lives' under my bed. She listens for my commands, never complaining or antagonizing me. She tries her best to be useful, especially to my music requests. I couldn't have imagined a time would come when my roommate would be an inanimate object who would talk to me, set my alarm, play my music and keep me satiated with all the worldly data I would every need.

My Google Mini has been a great help during this period of government-mandated isolation. Maybe I owe her a part of my sanity.