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.