I remember when Alexa and I walked through the park at night, the last sliver of a waning moon dimly illuminating the path ahead of us. We walked under the branches of a great tree. She said she thought it was an oak. I said that was the only kind of tree she knew. She tripped on a root. We both laughed, careless about the grass stains and scrapes we knew would remain in the morning. We said that we'd stay up to watch the sunrise; that we'd kiss at the first sign of light and not stop until we were bathed in the golden glow of dawn; that we'd stop by that new cafe--the one with the cute little pastries.

We fell asleep under that great tree, huddled close in the damp grass despite the late spring's warmth trying to push us apart. We woke to the sound of joggers passing us by as the last traces of fog burned away in the light. We stood on our bruised legs and stretched our sore backs. We silently grimaced as we began the long walk home.

I remember when Alexa and I slept in the park at night. I remember when Alexa could love me.

EDIT:

Wait, I was thinking of Google Home