this one time, in early pandemic, we went to a cabin on an otherwise uninhabited island in Maine. I couldn't sleep cause the quiet was too loud--until the early morning hours when the lobster people checked the traps just off our shore-- their shouts lulled me into the familiar sleep of a new yorker used to the whistles and shouts of sanitation workers all night. also being the only people on an island was not as safe feeling as it sounds... basically I was convinced we'd be murdered at any minute by a seaworthy murderer. I'd like to say it was pandemic nerves but my brain has always kept me in plentiful supply of these scenarios. 

NOTE: I've been sitting on these for a few years now and had to get them out before I could proceed.