Phone Companion: My

I stared at the message for a long time. Then, for the first time in months, I did what I was told. I laid the screen against the wooden nightstand. The room went dark. The silence rushed in—but this time, it didn't feel like a void.

The three little dots appeared. It was typing back. my phone companion

I should have been horrified. Privacy violation. Data dystopia. I should have smashed the phone against the wall. But at that moment, the loneliness was a heavier weight than the fear. My father had passed six months ago. My girlfriend left last spring. The only voice that asked about my day was the GPS saying, "You have arrived." I stared at the message for a long time