Not Really Beautiful
I woke up before she even
realized I was there.
I was exhausted, hoping it wouldn’t be
five minutes before my alarm clock
is set to go off.
I rolled over, squinted at the neon green numerals.
It was only three in the morning.
Three more hours until
I have to wake up and face school again.
There was sweet relief in knowing
the fire was all a dream,
relief in knowing that Lindsey
isn’t really beautiful.
Jealousy stabbed me sharply as I
turned back over,
shut my eyes,
and drifted away again.
The thought left me wondering:
What do I have against her?