Anyone else ever hold their tiny baby on a high balcony and just for a FLEETING moment get this AWFUL intrusive thought, like a sudden mental image of them slipping, and you’re just there feeling the physical reverberation of that ANXIETY in your chest and the sheer TERRIFYING responsibility of it all, and then you just squeeze them tighter and wonder about the sheer, unadulterated vulnerability of a human life, but it never really leaves you—that tiny, dark flicker of possibility?