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.