I plucked up the courage to slip out of the hotel room.
My room was on the 7th floor.
This was a well-lit place, with security cameras at the lift station on each floor,
I pondered to myself whether I should use the stairs or just go for the lift.
I took a calculated risk and chose the latter.
My heart was pounding as I pressed the button and waited on the lift.
Would someone else come along to get the lift?
Would there be anyone in the lift when the doors opened?
I could see myself shaking as my heart thumped against my chest.