She was standing in the kitchen preparing our usual soft-boiled eggs and toast for breakfast, wearing only the 'T' shirt that she normally slept in.
As I walked in, almost awake, she turned to me and said softly, “Honey, you’ve got to make love to me this very moment!"
My eyes lit up and I thought, "I am either still dreaming or this is going to be my lucky day!"
Not wanting to lose the moment, I embraced her and then gave it my all, right there on the kitchen table.
Afterwards, she said, "Thanks," and returned to the stove, with her T-shirt still around her neck.
Happy, but a little puzzled, I asked, "What the heck was that all about?"
She smiled and said, "The egg timer's broken."
