She was standing in the kitchen, preparing to boil eggs for breakfast, wearing only the t-shirt that she normally slept in.


As I walked in almost awake, she turned 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.


A little puzzled, I asked, 'What was that all about?'

She explained, 'The egg timer's broken.
'