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)