End of days

A person woke, with an unknown gift,
A guardian of sorts to give ‘em a lift.
Yes a companion have they,
Whims work out when they say…
“Ooh, this drink’s a little hot…..”
A faint whisper replies “I’ll blow; now it’s not.”
Another time “Hmm, did I lock the door?”
Whisper “I’ve just made sure.”
Another place “Hope the weather is nice today.”
“It’ll be lovely and warm I say.”
Till one day, “That sun’s too bright.”
“I’ll turn it off….right...”