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?”

She explained,

“The egg timer’s broken.”