I opened the door with great care. Luckily it wasn’t locked, and it didn’t make any noise, because if it did, I don’t know how that man would have reacted when he saw me out of bed.
I went out into a long hallway, there were several doors, they were all the same, so I said to myself, “You were right, this must be a hotel,” and without hanging around, I ran down the stairs.
The steps were carpeted, which suited me very well, so I wouldn’t be heard, because at this time of the morning, any slight noise would be suspicious and someone could realize what was going on.
I continued downward, I had to go down five flights. Everything was quiet. I’d thought, “My room’s on the sixth floor, I know, I’ll take the elevator down,” but then I immediately told myself, “What foolishness! If I had press
