In a minute I’m gonna turn into the Duke of Sleepingham Palace. I feel like shooting off some words before I do… I don’t know what though. Something sad and autumn in the air. There was a fire next door tonight. No one seemed in too much of an uproar over it, so I stayed in here and just kept on keepin on. And then wind water whim steam. And then willows bent. And tent flaps everywhere opened. People poking their heads out to see the star up there. In the sky. Shining in sleep. In between. Between leaves and autumn there goes something secret. I was gonna sleep in between those secrets. I might still. I might be still. It might all be still still still tonight outside in the secret sky. She’s whispering to me. Leafblood. Leafblood. The sleep of secret buds.