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)