My precious... ice cube!!!

Having a habit of waking up in the middle of the night to drink water and staggering half-blind in the dark to the tap in the kitchen and almost drowning to quench the thirst is not something we are not used to. But having an urge to put that tasteful, glistening, beautifully transparent little cube into every single liquid that touches your mouth is a bit of a problem when having a midnight drink.

This was the seemingly humongous problem I encountered at midnight this Saturday. My newest addiction of the sweet and sour little water cubes gave me some quests to conquer during those two days.

My belated birthday treat followed by the fun time I spent at my friend's house was quest No.1. It was raining and cold, and when I asked for some iced tea with actual ice cubes I got some weird looks followed by comments about being a weirdo from my friends. But I had to keep my lovely ice cubes and my love for them, a secret. So I strengthened my mind to the comments about my mentality and sanity and drank the peach ice tea with my loves in it and ended up shivering.

And then the quest No.2 came up at the middle of the night to prove my love for the gorgeous ice cube.I harshly opened my light-less refrigerator, and groped around in the biting cold for my love, grabbed it and put some into the water and gently put the ice tray back and banged the fridge door close. So ended my quest No.2.

When I woke up in the cold morning of Sunday thinking of drinking some hot Ceylon tea I remembered my love, and then after chastising myself for forgetting my current inhuman obsession I filled up my cup of cola and drank with some lovely ice cubes. And so during the day I had to live with ice cola, ice water and sometimes just ice with all my heaters on.

Because of my secret obsession that existed for 24 hours, I put up with the beautiful ice cube and ate it, drank it, chewed it and even kept it in my mouth (as an experiment of seeing how long it takes to melt it). Then I had to part with my precious ice cube this noon and took the first gulps of normal water at the fountain. So my current love has been transferred to normal water from the ice cubes, as it had always been. So I guess it is true that you never forget your first love.