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)