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.