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)