His Imagination
He heard a faint cry as he lay in his tent. The cry grew louder and louder, and he assumed it was just his imagination. Again, it sounded like a baby crying.
The situation puzzled Ben. It had been an exhausting day. In his mind, the cry he heard was nothing more than the wind whispering in the mountains.
It seemed strange to him that a baby would be out in the middle of nowhere.