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.