Wapun Meadow boorish

Caught off guard, knocked into foreign territory. There are two things that are clear:
one, he has never been so present in his life, and
two, he has never been told that there was, in fact, not a single thing wrong with him.
This must be what falling in reverse feels like. Being upended into the sky. He's giddy. He's hurtling through the universe at a hundred meters per second. Red shift, blue shift. Gamma rays that scream along the cosmic underbelly. Merrick is so close. The whites of his eyes, they shine in the shade. All his life, he's wanted nothing but sleep. In this moment, he is so awake that it's painful.
Say it, he lets the blood drip down the corner of his mouth. Say it again.
He's gritting his teeth so hard that his jaw is beginning to shake, the paper-thin veins at his temples are wild and dilated and hammering. Like the bees in the hive. Those mindless architects. Not even my...parents. How? The stream of consciousness has turned into rapids, aching and hungry.