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.