"What do you fantasize about?"
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Every night, before I sleep, I imagine that I fall into very cold, fast water. And I get pulled out, by a boy I really like. But he doesn't keep me warm. And eventually I die."
"Why would you fantasize about that?"
"Because I know it won't ever happen. And there's comfort in that."
"..."
"Am I all backwards?"