This was when we lived in Battery Park. This bed was in our living room right up against an expansive window from which I'd often look out at the apartment building across from us, glimpsing the residents and their furniture. I spotted large mirrors and heavy bookshelves, potted plants, beautiful bouquets and there was always at least one balloon in the scene. There were several stay-at-home moms and that made feel like I fit in.
Except when, around 5:45, I'd rush out on the street with my bouncing backpack and make for the subway to NYU, where I'd be in class until 9, back home by 9:30--often to a still wide-awake Chloe but sometimes, sleeping. Mouth squished between her cheeks, a ball of a chin underneath.
