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)