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)