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)