Imagine you woke up and had no voice. Imagine you moved your lips but no words came out of your mouth. For a moment you would think it's funny, a joke. You clear your throat once, twice, trying to say whatever comes to mind until you suddenly you realize that this is real. You try again, this time choosing your words carefully. Simpler vocabulary, easy expressions such as what the fuck, holy shit, oh come on.
Unfortunately, that is exactly what happened to me today. I woke up this morning and couldn't use my voice. I sat up in bed and found myself stunned by my muted self. What a bizarre phenomenon, I thought. I couldn't speak and I still can't. I can cough and produce broken noises, but I can't connect them to words. It's kind of crazy, because I believe most people tend to take their voices for granted. I know I did.
I tried to think of possible reasons, tried to recollect last night and find out whatever could have led to this muteness. First of all, I had caught a cold a while back and took lots of medicine against it. I hadn't drunk anything alcoholic in a while, maybe that's it. I had a couple of beers, perhaps a shot or two, and I was out till late. Nothing extraordinary happened, except that it was Giwoun's birthday and we had a blast.
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