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.