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.’