Just when I thought I couldn't go on, the Alien provided me with two things that have made life in this strange spaceship called The Kitchen much better. A roost and this strange food called oatmeal.
Oatmeal is good.
Luckily, the Alien provides me with all I can eat. I am only a little concerned about why this alien would want to make sure I gain weight.
I feel my strength returning from this soft, warm oatmeal.
Although the roost is a bit odd, it is comfortable, and I can sleep much better now.
I have to say, I'm not really sure how long I've been here. The days and nights are strange. The sun sets and rises instantly. Strangely, it doesn't provide the warmth I would expect from it.