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.