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)