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)