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)