I Insist

"No, I really do"

He beckons me with tired arms.

I was already walking in his direction, anyway. Contemplation wasn't part of the question. I ran towards him like a mother's gusto, scrambling for her long estranged child.

I embraced him and he shivered. Out of the pores of his skin came sweats made to cool him down, but as of now, only adds to the inconvenience.

The closer we get, the less relevant were the physical borders that separated us. I became one with his mind, seeping into the canals of his noisy wooden box.

Let me in, I am your Intrusive Thought.