My wife 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.
With her T-shirt still over her neck, she then muttered, “Thanks,” and went back to the stove.
“What was that all about?” I questioned, feeling both happy and a little perplexed.
“The egg timer is broken,” she clarified.