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)