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)