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)