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. 

*step**step**step*

<silence>

*BOOOMMM!!!*

*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".

*BBBBOOOOMMMM!!!!*

*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. 

"JUMP!"

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...

"WHY?!"

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

<silence>

"well?..."

To be continued....