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)