“You are asleep.

The curtain isn’t long enough to cover the edge of the window.

There’s a small slit of light piercing where I imagine your head to be.

We are in our bed. 

This good place.

And you are asleep.”

in the little hours of the morning, a woman wakes fifteen minutes before her lover does. a woman in love. a shared bed. dreams.

commissioned by paines plough as part of shedinburgh festival at the old vic