As I was settling myself down to bed, resting my head on my pillow, pulling the soft covers over me, closing my eyes…
“ROOOOOOOAAAAAAAR!”
So loud it feels like the lion is screaming into my face. I can almost feel the air rush into me. The bloodied breath of the king of the jungle, hungry for his next meal – me.
My eyes flash open. I flail my arms wildly to reach for the light switch. Why do I never remember where it is in the dark? Finally got it. Light floods the room.
Strange.
There is no lion in my bedroom.
Stranger still that I find the lack of a lion prowling my room strange.
I video call my parents to get some help investigating WTF is going on.
After two minutes hectic searching, we discover the cause of the roar.
It’s not a lion. It’s my Alexa, playing some sounds of the Serengeti.
Is Alexa mad at me because I don’t say thank you to it all the time?
Naomi the Wordsmith 
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