this morning #1245.

this morning, she handed me her baby. hurried. no real warning. “i’ll be right back!” scurried off & ducked into the bathroom. left me there with this tiny creature cradled in my arms. i gazed at it. bounced it gently up & down. it stared up at me all wobble-eyed-like. i tried making one of those ridiculous noises that babies enjoy. pure instinct. no response either way from the little tyke. its little body was warm. heavier than i’d expected. quieter than i’d expected. i suppose it’s not one of the fussy ones. it makes sense. its parents are both chill. maybe this baby will be one of the good ones. i tried to picture it grown up & only snapped out of that thought when mom returned & took back control of her child.