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)