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)