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)