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)