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."
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