Lucky Day?
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.
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."