The Twenty-Eight Days I Was Held Captive by Aliens

When I wake up, it's no different. The same room, the same sheets, even the same messy clothes... But everything was so weird, and I couldn't tell what was wrong, but I always felt like there was a pair of eyes staring at me, watching what I was doing, observing every part of my body, and watching my various reactions to things. I knew that from this moment on, I already had my "Creator". Intention: Everything is possible. Maybe I am updating the article for you from another planet?