In the dark and cold, when you’re tired and scared and can’t talk or breathe, with creeps all around you, words like that sound true. And if that was true, then there was no reason not to agree with them. There was no reason not to just lie down and let the monsters have me. For a second, I wanted it. I wanted to just lie down and stop. The words seemed right. They really did. They sounded true. They felt true. But feeling true isn’t the same as being true. In fact, feelings don’t have very much to do with the truth at all.
