Breakfast frolics

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, “The egg timer’s broken.”

Author: zenrules

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