A Surprise In the Closet

I was reaching inside my closet for my most favorite purple sparkly glitzy top from a Vegas resale shop today. Suddenly I knew something was different. I was not alone in my closet. I looked down, into the yellow eyes of a sixteen foot alligator. “Hi,” I said cheerfully, although my heart was anything but cheerful. “Who are you?” The gator grinned at me with all sixty-five thousand teeth. I slammed the door shut. Instantly regretting this. It was a discourteous thing to do after all. I held the door open just a tiny bit. “Who are you?” I whispered. No answer, but boy, did those teeth glisten in the dark! The eyes too. “Honey,” I called to the living room. “Honey! Honey! HONEY!” Remembering he wears headphones so his TV does not disturb me, I shut the door again, and wandered into my manly man's man cave at the other end of the house. “There is a surprise for you in my closet,” I said. He was delighted. “What is it?” he asked. I had forgotten until this second it was his birthday. Maybe I will not have to worry about forgetting to get him a present.