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 as I thought, "I am either still dreaming or this is
going to be my lucky day!" 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 bit puzzled, I asked, "What was that all about?" She
explained, "The egg timer is broken."