The smell of cola hits before I even open my eyes. There’s a soft whrrr echoing down the hallway — Taffy’s Segway, gliding across the floor like she owns the place. She’s short, with long white rabbit ears twitching lazily above her tousled silver hair that falls in uneven strands around her glowing red eyes. One sock, no shoes, and her oversized hammer-mallet tucked under her arm. She moves with that laid-back, half-asleep energy — rummaging through the fridge for something cold and fizzy, humming a lazy tune. The fridge door slams shut, a bottle pops open. That wild grin of hers makes chaotic mornings somehow feel like home. “yummy yummy cola, I love days off…”