She was standing in the kitchen, preparing to boil eggs for breakfast, wearing only the T shirt that she normally slept in. As I walked in almost awake, she turned 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.
Immediately afterwards she said, “Thanks,” and returned to the stove, her T shirt still around her neck. A little puzzled, I asked, “What was that all about?” She explained. . ........ “The egg timer is broken.”
