It’s hot today.

The coffee machine whirs. Tall faucet rushes water
from the well. Ground Colombian beans fill the
room.

It’s December.

Fifty inch four K television sits idle, mirrors soft grey
walls. Comcast internet router blinks incessantly. 

Suburban birds chirp outside.

I worked yesterday.

Cheap fifty dollar air purifier blows. Masterfully
painted black cabinets, close slow. Future fridge
reflects the sun that shines.

I work today.

Ice melts in a repurposed blender cup with no lid,
and no ball. Roku remote sits on a five dollar
throw blanket.

She didn’t know I work today.

The living room is silent,

only the death of convenience lives.