Diving off Hostel Beds in London
I'm laying in my small hostel bed staring out the window that opens to a blank white wall. I was thinking of something that I can't recall.
*my ceiling shakes*
In the room above mine it sounds as if someone is diving off the top bunk onto the floor. I call it "The Hostel Bed Diving Championships 2016".
*the ceiling plus everything in the room shakes*
I give them a 10.
Hopefully they would be happy to know they've set a world record in Hostel Bed Diving! The very first contender to receive a 10!
I let my imagination run wild with these booms, because frankly I have no idea what is happening above me.
Now I imagine myself on a diving board...above water...
I'm on the very edge of the board, my weight making the board dip, my toes curling around the front just barely touching the water.
I can't. I'm hesitant to jump.
"The water is so nice and warm!"
I'm hesitant to let the water touch my skin.
"JUMP! ENJOY THE WATER BECAUSE NOT EVERYONE CAN!"
I'm sorry...I'm hesitant...
I don't know to be honest.
This fear I feel...this choking anxiety...
I know I have two choices:
1. BE BRAVE AND JUMP
2. RETREAT IN DEFEAT AND INTO SAFETY
To be continued....