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)