Dyn awoke to birds chirping and dogs barking. The room he was in, however, was dark. With visible effort Dyn looked to his left, the window where sun should've been shining through was dark. There were no visible curtains and yet the window was still dark. Dyn put that thought out of his mind as he turned his attention to his caretakers, his new parents. They were asleep, as all should be at this hour Dyn thought, annoyed that his new body had woken him up at this time. His stomach growled and Dyn was suddenly aware of how hungry he was. It literally felt like his body was being consumed! There was only one thing that could be done. Dyn made a determined face and... began bawling his eyes out. Tears were streaming down his little face as he made the most ungodly sounds known to man.
Dyn's caretakers awoke with a start and his father looked at him with annoyance. His mother looked at him with pity, however and started getting up. Dyn looked at her with curiosity as she moved across the room to pick him up. Bringing him into the kitchen she picked up the bottle he'd used last night and filled it up before giving it to him. Dyn drank the whole thing and, now pacified, settled into a contented rest in his new mother's arms.
Dyn woke up a couple of hours later, the sun still not shining through the window. He inhaled, noting how the air had a sweet taste to it. He inhaled again noting how the air got sweeter the longer he inhaled. He tried holding his breath and noticed that the air still tasted sweet. Stopping his little activity, Dyn realized that the sun seemed to now be shining into the small room. Both his parents were gone, Dyn didn't know to where but he also didn't care at the moment. He blinked realizing that the light seemed to have vanished during that short period, leaving the room in darkness once again. Dyn started crying again, hoping to be taken out of this dark prison. To his excitement his mother came and picked him up, bringing him into a larger single room. Observing it in the meager light that filtered through the tiny glass windows, Dyn realized that the kitchen, living room, and bathroom seemed to all be connected. The bathroom consisted of a small bathtub, more of a metal tub really, there was a small curtain that was pulled back, revealing something similar to a toilet from his past life. This toilet however, had a cord hanging down from a steel pipe that extended above the toilet, Dyn assumed that was used to flush. There was also a small sink-like thing attached to the wall to the left of the toilet. Another curtain, was hanging in the doorframe, Dyn assumed that was the door. Looking to his right, he could see furniture surrounding a small coffee table, over in the left corner of the large room. In the right corner, right around the corner from the bathroom was a small kitchen. Dyn noticed that there didn't seem to be any electronics. There wasn't a dishwasher or microwave but there was a sink and next to the sink was a lightbulb looking device. This device seemed to have characters in it that were lit up like a neon sign.
Dyn's new mother brought him to the kitchen and set him down on a dish towel on the counter. She went to a wooden cabinet and opened it, shooting a blast of cold air into Dyn's face. That's when Dyn realized that he was looking at a refrigerator! It was a lot smaller that the fridges of his previous life, it didn't seem to make any noise, and it had wheels that Dyn hadn't previously noticed. Right after the cold air hit him is when Dyn realized that he didn't seem to be cold at all, sure there was a little chill in the air, but it was a comfortable temperature, about 65 degrees Fahrenheit (18 degrees Celsius). Dyn's new mother grabbed what appeared to be milk out of the fridge and placed it on a plate. She then opened another cabinet that was directly above the fridge's little alcove and placed the milk into it. That's when the magic began to happen. She closed the door and the door, seemingly a solid piece of wood, turned translucent. Dyn's mother said something to the cabinet and something popped up on the now glasslike surface. These characters looked suspiciously like numbers to Dyn's untrained eye. After a little while the numbers vanished from the screen and the glass turned back into wood again. Dyn's mother picked up the bottle of milk out of the microwave and stuck it in his mouth. To say the milk was good would be an understatement, it was everything. It was sweet, and filling to the extreme. The texture was smooth and it almost felt as though he was inhaling that sweet air again. He let out a little burp to show his contentedness to his mother. He was going to like this new life of his.