She was standing in the kitchen, preparing our usual soft-boiled eggs and toast for breakfast, wearing only  
the tee 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, “The egg timer's broken."