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)