The night nurse cometh

The night nurse cometh to lift her up. Would I mind leaving the room? carrying my cup of hot tea my gingernut biscuits and take them into the kitchen next door, while the nurse and her curly-haired man do whatever they want to do with my mother. She's my mother, they want to do stuff with her, so why do they want me to leave the room? Do they own her? I hear a voice through the wall, are they talking with her? are they better at talking with her than I am? I've been rubbing her hand, feeling her very cool forearms, never felt so cool before, slim, never seemed so slim before. She hasn't had the strength to squeeze my fingers, maybe they have their way with her? maybe she'll come back to life for them? while I dunk my ginger-snaps and wonder where's the next one coming from? and where's the night nurse come from? and how far, or how close, is my mother to her destination?

I hope there are plenty more ginger-snaps.