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)