I wake up slowly, the hazy light filtering through the curtains adding to the kind of dream-like ambience. My neck is feeling stiff from the odd positions I now have to sleep in so I stretch them above my head enjoying the clicks as I feel the tension loosening from my muscles.
“Good morning.” Taylor’s raspy morning-voice greets me from behind me and I find myself starting with surprise; Taylor is typically long gone by the time I wake up these days.
“Morning,” I respond glancing over my shoulder. “You not going to work today?” I say.
“Nah. It’s your last appointment with Dr Grohl today so I thought we could celebrate afterwards. Maybe go for some lunch?”
“Hmmm, that sounds great. It feels so weird to think that this is my last session.” This day has certainly been a long time in com
