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.