Alexandra Tett
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A Tribute to Angus Michael Tett
I woke up groggy the morning of Angus’ death. My eyes still had sand around the edges and my hair was jutting in one hundred different directions. I didn’t wake up by choice. I rolled over to my bedside table where my mom’s face had popped up on the phone screen. The time said 7:28 in the background. It was the only thing I could see in the pitch black. The violent buzzing from the call was a brutal sound for my headache. The sass in my head is a ruthless being, “What do you want?” I say in my best teenage attitude. My mind flipped through the past week thinking about every scenario that I could have possibly warranted a lecture at 7:28 in the morning. In the moments right after I answered, I damned myself as the most self-centered person in the world.
By Alexandra Tett4 years ago in Families
Keep The Lights On
“Alex, you can’t sleep with the lights on. Adults don’t do that. Get a grip, turn the lights off and go to sleep,” I pep-talked myself at three-thirty in the morning, eyes glued to the ceiling. This was my nightly ritual. The skeletons in my closet were alive and well and loved to take me through a world of repeated terror every time the sun disappeared. I pulled myself to the side of the bed like a zombie and flipped the switch on my lamp causing an immediate flood of black to envelope my room. I rolled on my back, shut my eyes, and practiced rhythmical breathing, a handy method to fall asleep, courtesy of my therapist. It was effective.
By Alexandra Tett4 years ago in Psyche
The African Food Chain
Peter’s eyes opened in slow motion to the sound of the weavers singing their sweet morning melody. The blood orange African sun glowed through his tent window, gently caressing Peter’s skin like a warm morning hug. He sat up in a slouch and rubbed the crust out of his eyes with his callused knuckles. “Living the dream,” he thought to himself as he quickly did the math on how many hours they would be out on the Serengeti Plains. Yesterday, it was seventeen hours of conservation meetings and lion observation. Most of the lion observation happened at night and the people observation during the day. At this stage of the lion conservation project, there were more lions than people. Peter was desperately in need of help and today he would find an unlucky chap who was willing to sleep a total of four hours a night for three months straight. He didn’t have the same energy he once did in his twenties.
By Alexandra Tett4 years ago in Horror