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.