of an Architectural Intern/Zombie
The alarm clock blared and I blindly reached out to silence the offending noise. I groaned under the covers. Yet another day at the office awaited me… handrail details, toilet partitions, perhaps glazing details. This wasn’t what they told me it would be like in architecture school. I sat up in bed, blinking in the morning sun. The cat was motionless, contentedly sleeping away, undisturbed by my dulled movements.
