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)