The other sister stared at her for a moment… then burst into laughter.
“You mean to tell me that after everything in your dream—the wedding, the husband, and spending the whole night together—the scariest part was breakfast?”
The nun nodded frantically.
“You don’t understand! He looked so happy… so confident… like he expected a real meal!”
“So what did you do?” the other sister asked, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.
“I panicked,” the nun admitted.
“I opened every cupboard in the dream. There was no bread. No eggs. No bacon. I couldn’t even find coffee!”
“And then?”
“He smiled and said, ‘Take your time, sweetheart.'”
The nun shuddered.
“That’s when I woke up screaming.”
The other sister laughed even harder.
“You’ve faced years of prayer, fasting, and silence without fear… but one hungry husband defeated you?”
The nun crossed herself.
“I can resist temptation.”
“I can endure hardship.”
“I can live a life of devotion.”
She sighed dramatically.
“But cooking breakfast before my first cup of coffee…”
“…now that is a miracle beyond my faith.”
The Mother Superior happened to walk by just then.
She looked at the two sisters and asked, “Why all the laughter?”
The nervous nun replied,
“Mother… I had a terrible nightmare.”
“Oh? What happened?”
“I dreamed I got married.”
The Mother Superior smiled.
“And?”
The nun whispered,
“He asked what I was making for breakfast.”
The Mother Superior didn’t miss a beat.
“Oh, that’s easy.”
The nun’s eyes lit up.
“It is?”
“Yes.”
“Tell him he’s making breakfast.”
The three of them laughed so hard that the sound echoed through the convent.
And from that day on, whenever breakfast in the convent was burned, one of the sisters would grin and say,
“Well… at least none of us has a husband asking what’s for breakfast!”
