After I ate a tasty, scrumptious and nutritious meal I ran and got suited up for my dangerous mission. Taking a  deep breath in my pressure suit I dashed a million miles an hour to the hanger to admire the SR-71 Blackbird. My buddy was the R.S.O and at the controls. The canopy closed airtight with a hiss.The monstrous Pratt and Whitney J58 engines roared to life .As I rolled the plane out of the hanger I took deep, slow and easy breaths. My heart was pounding like a drum at a considerable rate .I gave the throttle a nudge switched on the reheat and the airplane jolted so hard that it felt like a major earthquake. In a click I took off. Seconds later I heard a bang (I broke the sound barrier)

The plane was dashing at a cheetahs pace even after Mach 2. It was  time to switch my engine to ramjet mode.I was above 60,000 ft and the sky peeled off a layer and turned deep indigo.The atmosphere was a mesmerising sight. The indicator read mach3 and still the speed gauge creeped up slowly .I felt no problems so far and then we saw a Soviet missile. I immediately jammed my hand to the throttle as fast as a cat’s paw catching a mice.The mach numbers shot up with no pauses.

The blackbird was running for its life and so was I .Then I heard that we lost the missile but my hand was still superglued to the throttle.The pursuit put a tiring strain on my body so I took a massive sip from my water supply.I knew I was running out of fuel when I was saw a tiny speck in the sky.I slowed down and dipped the plane slightly to reach the tanker. While it was refueling we counted the amount of planes on their return journey. One plane was missing.I felt an emotional strain. Then the fuel hose disconnected and we accelrated back home at light speed.In a blink we were landing the plane and I deployed the drag parachute.We were flawless on our misson which made me both speechless and astonished.

As I approached the immense desert, the sand dunes dwarfed me. I felt like a little kid lost in a mall.The mighty heat cooked my body like a roast turkey for Thanksgiving. The green cactus stood strong and steady like a statue. The cactus spikes seemed as sharp as butcher’s knives. A slithering snake passed around me with no fear which made me shiver. The sun had seemed to boil my eyes and diminished my range. The gusts of sandy wind blew my mind away.

I heard myself groaning from dragging through the hot desert, as if I was a sloth. I drank water from the oasis. It tasted better than eating at a huge buffet, from all the walking. I heard my pet lizard whisper from my shoulder. It told me to find a shelter because the desert will become very dark. I made my way into a cave. I found shelter.

I gazed at the stars. There were billions of them. They seemed as bright as firework. I went into the cave to get some sleep.