The Tiger, the Grandmother and the Wardrobe

Sitting at the table, speaking to my great-aunt, I discovered the image I had created of her in my mind was not real. Not even close. It was half past seven, in the evening, and my aunt was eating porridge. I had never thought my eyes would witness such a thing! She started telling me about her youth. She was quite a daredevil! Not at all what I had imagined of her. I myself was not eating, so I excused myself and went “sight-seeing” in her house - I had imagined her as a lonely old lady who sat around knitting all day long but, apparently, I was wrong: her house reminded me of Willie Wonka’s Chocolate Factory - everything was colorful, candy-like. In her bedroom, her wardrobe was open, and I couldn’t help looking in: her clothes were all in fluorescent and extremely vibrant colors, but these were not the clothes I usually saw her wearing... I waltzed back to her dining room, expecting to see my aunt finishing her, rather big, bowl of porridge. What I saw made my eyes almost jump out of their sockets! My aunt who moments before was just another 80-year-old woman, in a grey outfit, was now in a bright yellow sweater and neon-green pants. She looked rather stunning actually. Before my eyes were able to adapt to the colors of her clothes, I felt something tug at my jeans. Hesitatingly, (in case when I looked back up my aunt would be normal again) I glanced down and I was even more amazed. I felt my jaw fall to the floor. My aunt had been telling me about her new pet – I had presumed she meant a cat, but I was wrong, again. A baby tiger was her new companion. Luckily for me, it wasn’t big enough to seriously harm me. I sat down and the tiger leapt onto my lap. I flinched. It licked my face and my nerves were soothed. I turned my gaze to my aunt, who was now wearing a too tight pink skirt and a shockingly red shirt, but before I was even sure about what I was looking at, I felt a sudden burst of pain. I looked down at my pale arm: The tiger was no longer there, and instead, I had a long scratch – I poked it and felt another burst of pain. I closed my eyes. When I opened them, I saw my mother’s pale and freckly face looking down at me, with her hand pinching my arm.
—Wake up sleepy head. It’s time for school!