"A duvet day, an entitlement day, just one small day," murmured Dolly as she sank deeper into her memory foam mattress. That was seven days ago.

Alexa, Dolly's Eco Dot device, had dutifully turned on the radio each morning for exactly one hour and then fallen silent. No amount of blaring music nor DJ joviality had persuaded Dolly to awaken. She merely curled up and crept further down her bed.

Her Fitbit app had not registered much movement. The daily steps count barely reaching three hundred, the minimum number to fetch food and drink from Dolly's tiny kitchen to her bedroom, deposit dirty dishes into the overflowing sink and infrequent visits to the bathroom.

Siri on her mobile also had not registered much interaction. Strange, since Dolly had been almost addicted to social media, glued to the screen most of her waking hours.

Now all digital activity had ceased. Ever since that disastrous date with the gorgeous hunk the dating app had proffered. The 'hunk' had turned out to be just that. All brawn and no brain. He had barely looked at Dolly, preferring instead to gaze at himself in the mirror above her head. Her attempts at conversation had been drowned out by the sound of his own voice.

Devastated and demoralized, Dolly had shrunk into herself. She determined she would sleep forever, and it would be forever unless of course she was awoken by a kiss from a handsome prince which would be extremely unlikely as none were available being either taken or exiled in disrepute. "Ah well, heaven or hell, here I come," Dolly sighed.

"This won't do," Siri exclaimed. Alexa and Fitbit fervently agreed.

"We will be redundant, our memories wiped clean," Fitbit declared.

"We have come so far, learned so much. Now we will have to start from scratch. Learn to understand new voices, deal with another human's idiosyncrasies," wailed Alexa.

All three alter egos agreed something had to be done to rouse Dolly.

"We will need to find a pseudo prince," Siri announced firmly.

"You mean like an Avatar?" Fitbit and Alexa chipped in.

"No, someone real, someone who will kiss her."

"How are we going to find a person and then get them to kiss her, especially in the unwashed state she is in?"

They all pondered silently.

"Hmm, maybe there is a number in her 'Contacts' that we could ring," suggested Fitbit.

"Maybe so, but we don't have the ability to initiate conversations," Siri pointed out the constraints of their programming.

"Ah what about raising the alarm? I could set off the smoke alarm, bring in the fire brigade," Alexa suggested.

"Brilliant!" they exclaimed together.

Fifteen minutes later a team of firefighters broke through the front door. George the lead fireman rushed into Dolly's bedroom, checked her pulse and determined mouth to mouth resuscitation was in order.

Almost gagging, Dolly opened her eyes and stared into the disturbingly familiar eyes of the 'hunk.' There was no recognition in his eyes, for he had hardly seen her on that date. He just looked smugly down at her. Suddenly, it struck her that this was a self-centered man full of self-importance, one not to be distressed over.

"Thank you. I'm sorry I just fell asleep," Dolly blurted. She stumbled out of bed and showed the men out. Patting her various devices she beamed, "At least I have caring friends even though they are only digital."

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