I fell asleep last night not wearing my earplugs. Awakened at 2:00 a.m. by crying and shouting, I went to investigate. The moon was high and bright in the clear night sky.
Locating the direction of the sobbing, I found it to be outside the campground next to a service road adjacent to the creek and behind a hotel. I shined my powerful torch in the direction of the sobbing but saw nothing. Still the sobbing continued.
As I returned to my trailer, I thought of the Kitty Genovese stabbing in New York City many years ago. Numerous persons heard her cries for help as her attacker stabbed her multiple times. No one responded. While what I was hearing didn't sound like cries for help, I wondered what was happening. I chose not to leave the campground to further investigate, convinced this was not a Kitty Genovese case.
Returning to bed, I tossed and turned hearing the sound of a crying baby. In the darkness, I found my earplugs and pushed them into my ears. No longer hearing the crying baby, I lay awake for about an hour, eventually rising at 4:00 a.m. NPR kept me company until time for the campground check at 5:30 a.m.
As I exited the trailer, the sobbing and baby crying had stopped. Now the morning traffic and crashing surf was all I could hear. I need a nap.
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