Today we write about: doubt.
We got a lot of good work done in the garden and yard today. Now me sleepy.
Now is not the time to question my abilities. There's no room for second guessing, hesitation, or exploring other options. Now is the time to act.
The elevator dings to let me know I've reached my desired floor and then the doors ease open. I step out, turn to the left and force myself to walk slowly. Don't draw attention, don't stand out. Nobody knows about the gun in my pocket.
I ease to a stop in front of room 822 and take a deep breath. My left fist is rapping on the door before any more thoughts can interfere. My right tightens around the gun grip before I force it to relax. Everything is going to plan.
"Hello?" The voice comes from the other side of the door, which remains closed. "Who's there?"
Is it him? It has to be. But what if it's not? I need to see his face to know for sure. But if it's the wrong guy he'll see my face, he'll remember me. This is no good. Time to abort.
I turn and head back to the elevator without saying a word.