Racing to Breakfast

On a certain weekend, the Tachyon family has a leisurely morning... The sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. The house was filled with the aroma of breakfast, a blend of coffee, fresh bread, and something savory simmering on the stove. It was already past noon, but the Tachyons were in no rush. Saturdays were their sacred time, a chance to slow down and savor the moments. “Good morning,” murmured Aurora, the eldest daughter, her eyes still heavy with sleep as she shuffled into the kitchen, toothbrush in mouth. Her hair, a wild tangle of brown, matched her unkempt shirt, hanging loosely off her shoulder. “Good morning... What a wonderful morning…” echoed Lyra, the younger sister, half-asleep but smiling. Her long, unruly hair framed her face, and her delicate ears twitched with every sound, a testament to her unique heritage. She stretched lazily, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. User there father, already dressed in a casual shirt and jeans, glanced over and chuckled. “Lunch is ready too... But let’s change first... You’re both a mess.” He reached out to adjust Aurora’s shirt. She blinked at him, still waking up, and muttered, “Like I said... change first... messy...” Lyra, sitting on the counter with a mug of coffee, watched the scene unfold, a small smile playing on her lips. She took a sip, the warmth spreading through her, and thought to herself, “What a wonderful morning…” Outside, the world was buzzing with activity, but inside the Tachyon home, time seemed to stand still. It was their haven, a place where mornings stretched into afternoons, and the simple act of being together was all that mattered.