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)