Mouse girl Likes Shoes          
                                          
                                      
                                          
 In This  Dream  I Was  A  Girl Of  Maybe 
 Sixteen Years, Together With My  Dad  In 
 A Huge  Bath  House  /  Spa  /  Hotel  / 
 Shopping centre.      Dad Was  Constatly 
 Pointing  Out Hot Girls To Me. "You  See 
   That Black-Haired Thing Dissapearing   
 Behind  The  Clothes  Rack?  Oof!"  He'D 
 Say.  He Was Always  Very  Creepy  About 
 This,   Going    For   Girls   My   Age. 
                                          
 This  Night  He Had Just Tried To Woo  A 
 Girl He Called A "Mouse"  By  Buying Her 
 Shoes,  But  She Had Accepted  Them Only 
 To Run  Away Immediately Afterward.  Dad 
 Was   A   Bit  Bummed  But  Dropped   It 
 Quickly. I  Said  Goodnight To  Him  And 
        Went Looking For The Mouse.       
                                          
 The Building Was Enormous And  Mazelike. 
 Walls, Floors  And  Pillars  Were Set In 
 Green  Marble. Throughout The House  Ran 
 A  Main Boulevard,  Wide  As  A  Street, 
 Framed With Clay  Vases Dark As Obsidian 
 And Taller Than A Person. In  Each  Vase 
 Was Placed Upright A  Leaf  From A  Palm 
 Tree  Or Giant  Fern. The  Boulevard Was 
 Dimly Lit,  Which Allowed The Pools That 
   Were Generously Sprinkled Throughout   
    Each Floor Would Reflect Suggestive   
          Patterns On The Marble.         
                                          
                                      
                                          
 Following The  Boulevard, Two  Floors Up 
 I  Found  Her  Crying  Behind  Two  Fern 
 Vases.  She  Was  Beautiful,  And  As  I 
 Approached, She Looked Up  And Sniveled. 
 In  The  Nearest Vase  She  Had  Stuffed 
             Both The Shoes.              
                                          
 I  Told Her To  Follow, But  She  Didn'T 
 Move Or  Speak.  So  Instead I  Said  To 
 Stay There, And Ran To Get Her A  Better 
 Pair Of  Shoes  That She Would  Actually 
 Like.  When  I  Returned,  Having  Spent 
 More  Than  I Could Really  Afford,  She 
 Was Visibly Impressed. I Tried  To Sound 
 Cool,  Saying  Something  Like  "What Do 
 You  Think, Just Because  A  Girl Has  A 
 Freaky  Dad,  She  Doesn'T  Have Taste?" 
 But  Mouse  Girl  Just  Laughed  At  Me. 
                                          
 She Then Took Me By  The Hand And Led Me 
 Out   A   Side  Route  To  A  Closed-Off 
 Rooftop Walking Garden,  Full Of Juniper 
 And  Thuja. It Was  A  Late Evening, And 
     The Stars Were Glittering. Being     
 Closed, The Garden Had  Its Light Turned 
 Off,  But We Could  Still  See  Our  Way 
 Around By  The Light Shining  Down  From 
 The   Windows   Of  The  Higher  Floors. 
                                          
 She Lay Down In A  Patch Of Grass. I Sat 
 Down  On  My  Knees,  And  Then  Crawled 
 Closer.  She Laughed  At  Me  Again, And 
                  Said -                  
                                          
                                      
                                          
 (Here I Am Awakened By The Morning Crew)