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)