Later, he noticed the impulse return.
Not as a thought, but as a readiness in the body. A subtle pull toward reconfiguration. Toward clearing the center again. Toward making the room efficient, passable, light on its feet. The old reflex stirred: prepare for movement before movement is required.
In the past, that reflex would have completed itself. He would have shifted the table back. Pulled the chairs outward. Restored the room to transit without ever naming why. The body would have acted, and only afterward would the explanation arrive.
This time, he stopped.
Not in resistance.
In recognition.
He stood still long enough to feel what the impulse actually was. Not a plan. Not a decision. Just energy looking for direction. The familiar itch of readiness, mistaken so often for necessity.
He didn’t correct it.
He didn’t indulge it.
He let it be present without converting it into motion.
The room stayed as it was.
That mattered.
He understood then that not every urge required enactment. Some were signals, not instructions. The difference lay not in suppressing them, but in listening without obeying.
The ship had trained him to respond immediately. Readiness had once been survival. But here, at home, immediacy was no longer a virtue. Precision was.
He sat down instead.
Not to think.
Not to plan.
Just to remain.
The sensation moved through him—restlessness, then warmth, then quiet. The need to act dissolved on its own when it wasn’t recruited into behavior. Nothing had to be rearranged. Nothing had to be announced.
This, too, was a boundary.
Not the boundary of effort, but the boundary of restraint.
He saw how different it was from the old pattern. Acting out had always been loud, costly, unfinished. This left no residue. The room didn’t need to be reclaimed again because it hadn’t been abandoned.
He recognized the skill for what it was.
Clarity without motion.
Expression without displacement.
The furniture stayed put.
So did he.
And the urge to move passed without taking anything with it.
WE&P by: EZorrillaMc&Co
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