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)