To you, who has made residence in my head

Please know that I am, by no means, imposing on you the duty of feeding my worn ego. I, however, would not deny that these days, on mornings, especially, I find you in the backseat of my head doing nothing in particular, just haunting me, I guess, like the ghost of a failed relationship. You remain a ghost until, finally, a message is delivered with a beep: good morning or something else, and suddenly you're human again and I feel a little special for a while.