The Little Mermaid

I'm losing my voice.  It's slowly getting quieter and quieter.  It seems to most that I am soft-spoken lady, but I know that I am in pain.

Today I did this pose, and I couldn't help thinking of mermaids.  I love fairy tales.  In my youth I was lucky enough to visit Hans Christian Anderson's home in Denmark.  I loved their coins at the time (they were shaped like donuts).  But anyway,  I feel like I've lost my voice in a reverse "Little Mermaid" story.  She loses her voice to catch the boy; I lose my voice when he leaves.  

I love stories about sirens.  Perhaps I'll quietly read about them and get better.