The Soul Cages

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

(So it turns out that the bonus sex scene I wrote that comes before this chapter ended up with a lot of important talk about relationship issues in it. So I recommend reading it first if you have it. If you don’t have it and you want it, drop at least a dollar in the tip jar and I’ll send you the scene! For those skipping the smexy scene, I’ve tried to recap the gist of the conclusions Daron and Ziggy come to within today’s chapter! -ctan)
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I woke up with a beam of afternoon light coming through the bedroom window. I did not feel the slightest bit guilty about sleeping late. I’d been explicitly told by my doctors that long, deep sleeps (drug-free) were good for me, both my brain and my body.

Ziggy was awake. He was in bed next to me, reading one of the professor’s books. This one was some kind of philosophy. He had a bemused frown on his face as he read.

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