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 lo*e 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."