The Bright Lover on the Windowsill

The bright lover on the windowsill never let her down. it never complained, it never needed to be fed, it never needed appeasing, though it gave into her so quickly. A television might not seem like a good lover, and perhaps it wasn't, but she survived. She had the constant hum, a schedule, dependability. It made her laugh and that, love, was better than anything any man had ever given her.