You stumble up and out of bed, and down the stairs. When you reach your living room, you realize it smells kind of funny.
You close your eyes and sit down the couch. Hm. It' s lumpy. You pat it. Weird. It was a corduroy couch, but it felt... Furry.
You look down to see a lion looking up at you. "Hi there," you stroke his wild mane, thinking it's just a fever dream or something.
It isn't. The lion flings you off him and kills you with the swipe of a paw.
YOU DED, FOOL!