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)