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)