At 3 a.m. we're the only ones brushing our teeth. The only ones, it seems, awake at all. The camping grounds are quiet.
I brush my teeth four times as long as anyone else, and so - I am left behind, alone.

I won Trivial Pursuit this night. I almost always do, and wonder if I'm good at things like that just like I'm so bad at talking to people beyond a certain amount of time, ending up turning into myself instead.
Maybe they are related. I seem to remember everything I hear, but can't seem to transfer much. I've never met anyone with a similar problem, either. It's not so easy-going, and sometimes it gets all too evident.

Other than this, the toilet-and-washing facilities are a haven for insects at night. Someone always leaves the light on after dark, and so they come flying, drawn by a call they can't resist. Nightflies, beetles and crickets, all along the walls.
I turn the lights off as I leave - hopefully, I think, releasing them.