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.