Edith paced around, continuously glancing at her communicator on the nightstand.
She wore a pair of very short, red shorts, revealing her long and fair-skinned legs, a red shirt with her night gown thrown over her shoulders.
She could hear the crackling hearth, and every time it made a loud cracking sound, she looked to the communicator again only to find that it was silent, 'Got to change that ring tone," she told herself for like the millionth time.
The cracking sound came from the hearth because of the pellets of spark powder she would put in the wood.
It would occasionally make a loud popping sound, which she found pleasant, it made her think of those ancients rifles and cannons that she collected.
It was hard to come by spark powder weapons, most of them had turned to dust by now it had just been that long since any was ever made, and the existing ones were either in the hands of collectors or were in closed auctions for sky-high prices.
