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)