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.