FaCPoV 8

I relaxed, closed my eyes, stretched out with my mind, felt the Force around me, and found the noodle. I imagined it moving away from me and back to the base of Nakari’s carton, a detailed animation in my mind, for perhaps half a minute, and I envisioned the Force flowing in such a way as to make that happen. Nakari’s whoop broke my concentration.
“You did it!”
“I did?” I opened my eyes and saw a damp squiggly line where the noodle had originally been resting, while the noodle itself lay in a completely different sine wave a few centimeters away from that position. It hadn’t traveled all the way back to her carton as I’d envisioned, but it had undeniably moved.
“Yes, indeed! Look at you, you little noodle scooter!”
“Wait, are you messing with me? Did you move it while my eyes were closed?”
Nakari’s brilliant smile disappeared and she reached out with her bandaged hand to cover mine. “No, of course not! I wouldn’t do that, Luke. I know this means a lot to you, and I swear you absolutely made that happen. It was a smooth undulation, like a snake taking a tour of the neighborhood.”
Despite my disbelief in my own success, I sensed that she was telling the truth—it was an absolute certainty in my mind, as if the Force had run a fact-check for me. I didn’t feel that way normally when speaking to people, but maybe my recent connection with the Force had something to do with it. It had everything to do with moving the noodle, the reality and significance of which were finally hitting me. “Incredible. I actually did it.”