We were swaying to the lullabye, our reflection keeping time in the hazy mirror. I watched us, her hand on my arm sliding to and fro, her face drawn in a lazy smile, an expression of utter contentment on both our faces. I imagined her standing beside me, long limbs and taut muscles electric with ability and a life thick with things that have nothing to do with me. I squeeze her as I crane my face into press against her cheek. Remember this baby, hold this squeeze for later. She smiles and points, “Bay-bee. Uh bay-bee a mama!” I grin and point back. I step closer to the mirror and sharpen our reflection, my attempt to fill more of this sliver in time.…