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.