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.