A sensual exploration of the restless days and nights of the insomniac: more specifically, a pair of female insomniacs, white clad and wandering within the confines of a medical word. Severe mattress-less beds offer little comfort in a half-asleep dream-weary world: a world of drizzle seen through the haze of semi-conscious life. I especially enjoyed the black and white film projections on transparent gauze across the front of the stage, imprinting a second image beyond of water, rain, dark and light clouds – nuances of Tarkovsky – that wrapped and veiled the fragile patients within their harsh hospital haunt. There were sinister scenes with suited men as sleep disturbing shadows, and lighter moments such as dances with tin potties. Currently, Sleep...less...ness feels a touch too drawn out. Yet it's beautiful, has a timeless-ness – and the final image of faces at the window looking in on restfulness is particularly haunting.