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.