Just call me "Squeaky"

April 28th, 2009 |

When I woke up this morning the sky was a clear blue. The birds were chirping in the trees and the breeze carried the scent of spring through the open window. The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was check my arms and legs for black fur. I jumped up and slipped into my robe. Ah! how nice it was to be walking downstairs on just two legs.

I walked into the kitchen to find Bill pouring himself cup of coffee. When I opened my mouth to say good morning the only thing that came out was a squeak. I couldn’t talk! Well, I could talk but all the words came out in a scratchy whisper. I grabbed my throat, “I can’t talk! I don’t know what’s wrong, my throat feels all clogged.” Just speaking those few words sent me into fits of coughing.

Bill slapped me on the back like he was trying to dislodge something from my throat. “Maybe it’s allergies” I straightened up and tried to catch my breath. Now, not only was my voice gone, my throat was raw from all that coughing.

“I don’t think so, it wasn’t like this yesterday, I was fine.” Just then Arial spiraled down the stairs and darted into the kitchen. We watched as she did her best Tinkerbell imitation around the kitchen, darting here and there, all bright and bubbly. “Airal?” I squeaked out the word. Arial froze mid flit and quickly turned to look at me. To say that she had a look of concern on her face would be putting it mildly.

With a quick flip of her wings she was at my nose, pulling on my upper lip to get me to open my mouth. “Arial, stop! What are you doing?” If it wasn’t hard enough to speak before, now I had to try to get my words out in a raspy whisper with a faerie pulling on my mouth.

” Be quiet, open your mouth and let me see inside.” My, she can be bossy at times. I stopped trying to push her away and said “aaaahhh….”. Without warning she crawled in my mouth, half way to my tonsils. Being blessed with an over active gag reflex I almost hurled. She was tickling the back of my tongue.

Trying not to bite down I croaked, “Ahweal, ge ouw!” When she didn’t budge I grabbed her by her skirts and pulled. I held her dangling a few inches from my face. “What were you looking for?” The words came out a little to strong and it sent me into another coughing fit.

She took the opportunity to break free of my fingers and flipped saliva from the tips of her wings. I gained control of the coughing. “Sorry about that, but you were the one who chose to crawl in my mouth.” Arial just smiled at me, “Not a problem. I know what’s taking your voice away. It looks like your voice box wants to revert back to cat form.”

“It what!” Bill and I shot each other alarmed looks. “Not to worry.” Arial was calmly weaving back and forth with a bright smile on her face. “I’ll just have Cythia brew up a potion and you’ll be good as new.”

“Yes, but how long will it take? There’s a lot of stuff I have to do that requires a voice, like recording.” Arial whizzed around my head a couple of times then stopped and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. “Not to worry!” She waved goodbye and dissolved in green sparkles.