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.