they tell  me:  "we are  going to shrink 
 you."  i  don't quite like the  tone  in 
 their voices, like  they are restraining 
 themselves.  there is  a hunger  in them 
 and  it  wants me to  shrink.  and  what 
 really  irks  me  is   that  so   do  i. 
                                          
 they  give  me  wristbands and  anklets, 
 made  of   some  strange   stone.  their 
      surface is swirling, like dark      
   thunderstorms trapped in glass, like   
 windows  into a  smaller world, close to 
 my  body  so  that  it  can see  clearly 
             whats in store.              
                                          
 they give me food:  prawn-like bugs that 
 make my tongue  curl with  satisfaction. 
 "out of this world", i think, having  no 
 frame of reference. i  eat only two, but 
      the bugs leave me suspiciously      
                satisfied.                
                                          
 they measure  my clothes. "you are going 
 to become about half  as big", they tell 
  me, barely controlling themselves with  
              anticipation.