Still only the afternoon

I've decided: no more rats, no more insects for the moment. It is already too much to see a well loved human who, still, in my mind, is waving goodbye from the doorway he is unlikely ever to stand at again -- to watch how he stares at his unrecognisable self in an institutional mirror, harried by the gothically distorted utterance of some irritable, over-worked nurse who has insisted he change out of his pyjamas as it's still only the afternoon.