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.