You remember when your android girlfriend would walk you home because, alas, you do sleep, and she would step across the threshold of the lawn, past the lilacs and rhododendrons, and get the most mournful look on her face. "The air here has begun to taste like a graveyard's," she said once, and you bade her kiss you instead.
You remember when you spent a night making flower crowns out of daisies and dandelions and a single red rhodie while your eyelids drooped lower and lower, because it was not like she was going to topple over into the grass and doze off, right? Only you.
The night you cried about this or that and she said something you still bring up to this day. You still remember so many of those little quips, how one of you will say 'working on it' for this or that and the other will always smile and reply 'getting there'.
You remember the night she said, "This feels like getting robbed," and you remember the night you pulled her by the lapel and demanded a kiss to cut off mourning and she fit the word 'always' into a laugh, and you remember the night she said, "Letting you go is a little easier when the Moon's out; I'm used to doing that," and the night she said, were she to sleep next to you — because all of this was before that — she would want to talk to you or hold you or stick flowers in your fur.
Your android girlfriend has waking dreams of perfection.
You also remember the first time she did stay over, how you slept beneath her arm — after all, even though she weighs something like five hundred pounds, she can hold herself up without muscles getting fatigued, and she is as light as a bedsheet and as warm as a duvet — and when you woke, she spoke of a pensiveness, a hesitation because when you slept, you could not protest if it did not feel perfect nor hear any sounds of approval nor see a smile in your eyes, while she regretted being unable to do anything throughout the night but hold you, how she still left you without a weighted blanket made of her limbs, how it felt like holding a plushie rather than a real dog, then apologized for any cruelty in her words, and so you said that you would conduct a ritual before falling asleep and guess at your dreams: "Tonight, I will dream of us walking among the stars."
And then you begged — begged! — her to make shakshouka with you.