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)