The attacks had petered off in the small hours of the maybe-morning, when either the guard had gone to sleep or finally gotten bored, and it was in these small hours that Shemp was finally able to get some uninterrupted sleep. Just as well, because he had a surprise waiting when he was woken a few hours later by the breakfast bell.
There were of pair of stories he remembered reading once, way back when, in a textbook. One was about a man who had woken up and found himself to be transformed into a insect. The other was about a color, a color that no one had ever seen before, drifting down from space. if you took the most imaginative man in the world, had him read both these stories back to back a hundred times, pumped him full of literally a bucket of LSD, and had him describe what he was feeling, it might be a slight approximation of how Shemp felt now.
He looked down at his body, down at his hands. They were bulgy at the knuckle, and his hands felt stiff. Like he was wearing gloves that were two sizes too small. He could still feel from his hands, and when he passed them over his body it felt ridged and smooth like armor. He felt bulky, an added weight when he moved his shoulders, a new effort was taken to lift his legs. He felt limbs, limbs that he had never felt before moving up and down, straining against his shirt. They weren't his, and yet they were his, and they moved as he wanted them to. It felt like this wasn't his body, but at the same time felt like this was very much his body.
He could tell more by how he felt than what he could see, because he could hardly make out anything through the blobs of color. New color. Colors that no human being had ever beheld before. Where before was just the the uniform grey walls of the room, where a human eye would only make out the grey, was a rainbow of unnatural color. He clenched his eyes shut because he started getting dizzy, his brain trying desperately to analyze all the visual data that it had never had to deal with before and failing.
A man, who looked like a sea creature, viewing things were incomprehensible. Taking into account that his maternal grandmother had been African-American and he embodied every one of H.P. Lovecraft's nightmares.
He called out, and was suprised to find that his voice was the same. "Hey, any of you assholes from last night still out there? I need a little help again, I can't see anything because I can see**_ everything_**!"