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.