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.