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.