Somebody

Last night as the long northwestern twilight faded to black, I sat on my scratchy couch, watching my daughter play video games. She leaned back and, like she does, swung her leg over and rested it on mine. It was such an easy thing, I doubt she realized she'd done it.

This morning I paid my taxes. Made an account on the IRS website. I gave them my driver's license and checked my email to confirm. Then there was an app. It overlaid the video of my face onto a creepy line drawing. When it was done, my phone chirped and congratulated me on being somebody.