Morning Sex

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 us going to be my lucky day." Not wanting to lose the moment, I embraced her and then gave her my all; right there on the kitchen table.

Afterwards she said, "thanx," and return to the stove, her t-shirt still around her neck.

Happy, but a little puzzle, I asked, "What was that all about?" She explained, "the eggs timer's broken"