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.