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.