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)