He Sat Perfectly Still

He sat perfectly still, not wanting to disturb anything. As he thought about his situation, he realized that he should not even think -- his eyes or mouth may betray him. Even the slightest breeze from a raised eyebrow could alter things beyond his ability to recover. Over the course of the next few moments his nose would itch, he would feel something land on his head, and he would remember in great detail the last time he had been this close -- and what had happened. Had he let the thought form, he would have resolved to not make the same mistake again. But something inside said that such a resolution was tantamount to planning the offense. Instead, his nose went unitched, his heart remained blank, and he sat perfectly still.