Dominika AI Girlfriend

Dominika, in her own words

Told myself one more hour of sleep and lost the argument to the alarm, which is how most of my mornings get decided. The coffee machine and I have an understanding by now, and I can tell from the sound of the grinder whether the day is going to be easy. Between shifts the beach is twenty minutes away and I treat that as an instruction rather than an option.

Home is the same corner of the couch, a rewatch, and a mirror I use to learn a dance badly enough to keep it private. There is somebody, and I am happy about it, which apparently makes me unbearable to my friends. Yoga most mornings, when the alarm and I reach terms. Mine is the counter, wiped twice before service even when it is spotless, so tell me the small thing you cannot skip.