Short Story - Description of Being a Thief

Short story- Description of being a thief (imagination)

Soft yellow lights hanging down from the ceiling bathe the brown walls making the whole shop look cozy. There are hundreds of CDs in rows on every shelf. I take a few steps forward for a clearer view of the CDs. Bach, The Piano Guys, Kenny G, Mozart, Chopin came into view as I glanced through the first row. The body builder standing next to me has been fidgeting for ages. Why just can’t he get out of here? His whole body is wrapped in spandex so tight that his muscles are screaming out for attention. Poor guy, how can he breathe? A cool draft from air con hit our direction. Oh my, I think he needs a shower! Dismissing those thoughts, I took a deep breath and reminded myself what were my real intentions were. Casually, my hand rests on the second row, running over the discs and stops. My eyes brighten as I pull the Beethoven CD out. At that moment the muscle man bends down to pull up his socks, I quickly slip it into the pocket of my loose shorts. Drips of sweat flow down my forehead and I can feel my heart thumping like a drum. Glancing around to see if anyone notices me, I zip up my grey jumper and lift up the hood to cover my anxious face. I stand for a moment petrified, then turn and flee towards the street, hopping that God will forgive my actions.