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)