I have entered the street. A tiger is there. Why is a tiger here? It is dark but light enough to see clearly. The bus comes and I get on. I have somewhere to go but I don't remember where. The tiger is on the bus. He is looking at me, studying me with eyes of liquid Amber. Why aren't you screaming and running in fear? Don't you see this beast in our midst! I get off the bus at my stop. I do not recognize where I am. The tiger is behind me. I think he thinks I do not know he is there. I know. The tiger leaps.
