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)