Luke fell asleep in my arms with his head on my shoulder. I laid him down, slowly pivoting him away from my body to lay him down in his crib. When he reached the mattress, he started briefly, flailing him arms though not quite opening his eyes. He soon settled out into a good sleep.
It reminded me of those dreams where you are falling. I wonder if that dream we all have isn’t just a derelict memory of the benign abandonment of being laid down by our mothers to sleep alone.