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)