She was standing in the kitchen, preparing our usual soft-boiled eggs and toast for breakfast, wearing only the oversized t-shirt 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 right now!"
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 gave it my all, right there on the kitchen table.
When it was all over she said, "Thanks," and returned to the stove, her t-shirt still around her neck.
Happy but a little puzzled, I asked, "Why are you thanking me?"
She answered, "Because the egg timer's broken."
