Eliza Hastor had spent much too long in space, while far too much of that time had been spent alone, and now, try as she might, sleep eluded her. Her mind raced from one thought to another, a chorus of internal thoughts swirling around one another much like the untamed red curls of hair that splayed across her pillow. With a heavy grumble she finally stood up from her bunk and stepped into her house slippers. Stretching her body, allowing her back to arch and lift her heavy breasts towards the ceiling of her small cabin while her firm butt flexed against her underwear.
Eliza’s soft blue eyes settled on her fuzzy pink bunny slippers that she had brought on board with her during the last stopover, sighing at their smiling faces, before padding through the corridor of her Astraliner Type – 6 Heavy Cargo Transport. Her mission, to haul freight per her government commission from one end of the galaxy to the other. Good money, but now that she had been at this job for the past few months, she could feel her body slowly draining of life and her mind slowly draining of sanity.