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)