I woke up, sometime in the night, and got up. I didn't know what time it was, or maybe some bells rang and I realised it was about 2 am, I don't remember. But there were voices coming the street below, resonating, because everything is stone, and the street is like a gully at the base of cliffs of buildings. The voices sounded like people talking in bed--an image from Larkin, and Bishop, I guess--slowly, quietly, with spaces between the talking, half talking half dreaming aloud, and then it stopped, and in a little while I looked out, and, sure enough, there was someone sleeping in the doorway of the church, but there was no sign of anyone else, and I went back to bed and fell asleep myself.