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)