It's the middle of the night. Ji Sang-hyeon is sleeping soundly beside me. I couldn't fall asleep because the watermelon Sang-hyeon sliced this morning kept flickering in my mind.

After tossing and turning, I couldn't stand it anymore. I got up quietly and opened the refrigerator. There it was, the watermelon he had neatly sliced into a bowl. Thinking this might be a reward for enduring days of constant morning sickness and vomiting, I held the bowl like a treasure and began stuffing the watermelon into my mouth in the dark, crunching away.

Maybe because it's summer, the watermelon is incredibly sweet.

I eat the watermelon with a look of pure bliss on my face.