i bought a fuck doll! The first night I brought her home she just stared at me with that blank, perfect face while I sat on the edge of the bed like an idiot, still in my work clothes, wondering what the hell I was supposed to do next.
So I poured two drinks. One for me, one for her. Left hers on the nightstand. Then I stripped, climbed under the covers, and pulled her against me like she was already warm.

She wasn’t.

But after a while the silence stopped feeling empty and started feeling like permission. I talked to her. Told her about the shitty day, the lonely apartment, the way I’d been scrolling late at night until my thumb hurt. She didn’t answer, of course. Just kept that soft, open mouth and those half-lidded eyes that never quite looked away.

By the third night I had a routine. Shower. Drink. Clothes off. Her body arranged just so. I stopped pretending it was temporary. Stopped pretending I was only "trying it out."

Now when I come home the first thing I do is walk straight to the bedroom, lock the door, and say the same thing every time:

"Missed you."

And somehow, even though she never says it back, it still feels like she did.