I built a spaceship at work. I was bored, and the spaceship was small. The spaceship was made out of two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, crunchy cheese doodles for side launching rocket ships, and marshmallow puffs for combustion smoke. I strapped along several oxygen tanks made out of lemon starbursts. I secretly wanted to shrink myself so I could fit inside my spaceship and launch into outer-space. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and nothing happened. I took a bite of the rocket ship sandwich and imagined the flames bursting inside of me. I started lifting off my chair. I took another bite, and my body launched into the sky at a hundred miles an hour.