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,
“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, her T-shirt still around her neck.
Happy, but a little puzzled, I asked,
“What was that all about?”
“The egg timer’s broken.”