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)