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.