she says.
"I was in a bookstore."
holding up islands,
reading lips.
"I have off tomorrow,"
she says.
"You could get snowed in with me."
memories of human voices.
"Okay,"
I say.
Pause.
"Can we cuddle,"
I say.
"and watch a movie?"
just a GIF
of a finger, beckoning.
"Can we shower together,"
she says.
"And read books?"
Please,
winter,
waste me.