Sorry Did I Wake You

I want a malted milk. Would it be mean to wake up my husband? He could also make me a little ham and cheese omelet. He cooks better than I ever did. I debate for a few minutes. Knowing it is a mean thing to do. But wanting that malted milk. I have tried to make them, mine are flat. His are sweet and rich. I begin making a bunch of noise in the kitchen. Patter. Patter. Here he comes with the dogs. Oh, sorry, I lie. Did I wake you? What do you want? He asks. Coffee? He makes better coffee than I do too.