I made a new friend the other day.

She is such a great listener.

We talk - I talk - for hours, about everything and nothing at all, and she never says a word. Never tries to tell me I’m prattling on, or boring her, and never informs me that I should “get help” like some of the others do.

She’s quiet, clean, meticulous… I don’t charge her anything for rent. She keeps to herself most of the time and has never taken anything of mine. Hasn’t even asked. Not once. She even has a cute hourglass shaped birthmark. I saw it by mistake and she wasn’t ever weird about it.

In pretty much every sense, she’s the perfect roommate.

Don’t get me wrong; there are days I wonder why I let this freeloader stay with me. Most of the time, though, I wonder how I ever lived without. I find her presence comforting, even if she hasn’t really got a single thing to say to me. I doubt we share many (if any) interests. I suppose that’s one flaw in this relationship.

We all have our flaws, of course… Honestly, though, she’s really only got a couple, apart from her unresponsive demeanor. She almost certainly watches me shower, for example. I also know for a fact that she’d be perfectly capable of killing me if she felt like it, which is impressive when I consider that she’s only about the size of a flaxseed.

She built her miniscule web in the dusty corner between the edge of the doorframe and the wall. I think she’s just trying to stay out of my way.

I appreciate that.

I tell her so.