Alligator on my bed
Alligator on my bed I could not believe that it was happening to me. Here I was, lying on my cot after waking up on a Sunday morning, staring into the eyes of an alligator! I guessed it was an American alligator. I had seen one in the Madras Crocodile Bank. I had also seen a few on National Geographic channel. My initial thought was that I was just hallucinating. I attributed my ‘hallucination’ to a diabetic condition, which I was suffering from. But I was wrong. The only other ‘alligator’ with whom I had ever shared my bed was my husband but that ‘alligator’ had gone abroad for a week on official business. I just couldn’t believe that all these things were happening to me and I began to shake my head. “This can’t be happening to me. It can’t be true,” I said to myself. But well it was. Meanwhile, the alligator was continuing to look at me. For a minute, my silly mind told me that it was the alligator, which was scared and not me. But that...