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)