They keep a Leyden jar on the bedside table, a flickering nightlight, naturally charged, by thundershowers and lightening, by the northern lights, by late nights tumbling beneath static filled sheets, an old blue-violet "Ball" mason, partially silvered with alternate layers of copper, aluminum foil, tarpaper, filled with some rare gas, she forgets, a noble one anyways, and when it's dark you can hear the crackling, see the plasma blue fireflies and filaments as they slowly discharge...
a miscellany of completely unrelated thoughts...