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)