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.
Dragging myself to the bathroom, I studied my image in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes, grey complexion, bloodied gums. Darn it, it keeps getting worse everyday. I leaned in closer to the mirror only to bump my forehead painfully against the mirror. “Ow,” I groaned and then gazed at the bloody patch of scalp and hair that clung to the surface of the glass. Sighing with disgust and disappointment, I reached for a few sheets of bleach wipes and wiped the mess from the mirror away.
Written by Genie Bae – (EBArchDesign).
Original Post appears on EBArchDesign’s blog Fluidword > HERE
Happy Halloween!
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photos are from abode of chaos’ photostream on Flickr (used under creative commons license).
