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.