The Document of Incidents Chapter 58

ibuprofen-Alicks

Before falling into the shallowest dream, Asher Fujimaru sighed that hot milk would actually be useful.

It's raining in Gotham, and it's raining in my dreams.

Asher Fujimaru turned over in the slightly damp smelling bed, like a drop of water falling from the window edge and pooling into a puddle of water. Sneaking quietly into another chaotic world.

I am 'me', but not 'Asher Fujimaru'.