In a nice flat in a nice part of town a nice woman is awake as the city sleeps around her. She should be sleeping too. Instead she is watching the shopping channel and listening to the phone ring.

Small Hours weaves together the layers of her life with simplicity and intensity, following her night time rituals and the tiny things that make up her sleepless nocturnal world. It is a still and revealing meditation on everyday expectations, which transforms the Hampstead Downstairs studio space into a domestic living room, where the audience sits in the room with the character on household furniture instead of theatre seats.

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