BASH

The weather is getting chilly outside. I get inside the hanok. The floor squeaks every time I take a step. I tiptoe directly to our bedroom. Only the lamp from the small nightstand gives light to the entire area.

Trinity is already sleeping, facing her side.

Shrugging all my clothes off the floor, I leave just a pair of boxers. I lie down slowly beside her to avoid waking her up. I know she's grumpy when she does not get enough sleep.

I slip myself inside the ...