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.