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.