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)