Space

I live alone in outer space. Which costs less than a city place. I like to eat donuts, but they don’t exist here. On this planet which is covered in slime and fear. I live alone or maybe not. Maybe the extraterrestrial beings will leave me to rot. I don’t know how to hunt and gather. In a place where there’s no soap to lather. Maybe I can build a house. Or use alien spider webs to make a blouse. They are out here behind the burning rocks. Which I step on without any socks. Hello, is anyone there? I could use a comb to brush my hair. So a sweet little guy stepped out of a cave. And gave me a ball of slime to save. I thanked him for this treasure. And used the slime to shampoo my hair with pleasure!