Trip switch

“Do you?” he demanded, said in a way that jolted her from the point of sleep. She took a moment to process what he was asking.

Then... “Do I what?” she asked, fighting the urge to sleep.

“Do you really love me?”

“Of course I do, you know it. I said so, didn’t I?”

“Really and truly? Like I love you?”

“Look John, I haven’t got time for all of this. I need sleep.” She was irritated. She needed to sleep.

“Oh, about ten minutes seems enough. I’m sure you can spare that!”

Something in his tone tripped her switch...