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.