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)