"After the door shuts and the footsteps die..."

 After the door shuts and the footsteps die, I am left with an overwhelming feeling of dread.  When I had heard the woman walking down the hall I decided that it would be a good idea to hide.  So, as most do when hiding, I rushed.  Now here I am for some unknown amount of time, stuck in a most uncomfortable position.  I am not certain what took place during my entry into the closet but I some how ended up on my head.  Well not entirely on my head but on it enough for blood to rush to it.  The closet is damp and hot.  I am finding it hard to breathe and it seems difficult to keep quiet.
When the woman had entered the room, I had heard her approach the desk in the center of the room.  The desk which I had been at no longer than a minute ago.  I pray to any god or angel that might be watching over me,  "Please don't let her find the book....PLEASE!"  To my dismay the woman picks up the book, looks and it, and walks out the door.  I panic.  There is no time to think or hesitate.  I must get that book back NOW!  Chasing the woman I feel like my legs cannot move any faster.  I am hurdling over the desk and out the door in seconds. As the woman grows in my vision I realize that my only option is to knock her down and make it seem like an accident.  I swiftly bump her right shoulder hard enough to send us both sprawling on the floor.  The woman seems disgruntled.  I see the book!   The book is MINE and so I continue toward the exit.