Journal Week 3

My heart was pounding fast. I've never felt so nervous and afraid about anything in my life before. Inchoate plans filled my mind and none of them were viable. Time was running out. I was well sure that whatever I'm going to do next might jeopardize my life but I gave myself no choice. Acting on the premise that the armed burglar was not on his guard, I made use of the propitious moment, came out from behind the couch and crashed the vase on his head.