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, . . . egg timer's broken.

Very Good !!!

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