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.