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)