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)