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.