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)