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)