Darker London

If I'd carried on with chemistry, I could have had my PhD by now.

Audrey watched the lonely light bulb above gently sway in the early morning breeze. She'd been awake for at least an hour - she could see the ticking clock from where she was lying - thinking about things (most recently the state of her hypothetical doctorate), but she'd not yet made any sort of move. She didn't know how light of a sleeper her companion was an she wanted to hold off any morning pillow talk for as long as possible.

( The voices started to speak and they wouldn't stop talking )