The screaming infant could be heard by hotel guests to any side of the unit in the wee hours of a.m.
Despite my earplugs, its resonating cries pierced through wall and mattress along distressed currents.
I tried to have patience as heard its parents scrambling to find any remedy – conscious it was disturbing, while panicking to calm it.
I sensed she was a girl, though never gained confirmation.
It seemed she was desolate in her pain’s desperation.
I wracked my brain for what I could say to her, if we could link telepathically, then sent out from soul and body: “You are not alone.”
To my surprise, her crying at last subsided.
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