THE WARM SKIES

"Good morning Sir!" 

He smiled a little and waved lightly to one of his students. A Starbucks drink was on his hand, as it was every morning, as he walked down the halls of the university he was teaching. His skin could feel the warmth of the morning coffee he had ordered. The sound of every step he made echoed down the hallway as his heels clacked on the marble floor. 

His keys rattled as he struggled to open the door to his office. A sigh, he heaved out as soon as it was opened and walked inside. Everything looks fine. Everything still looks, the same. He drank from his coffee and sat it down on his table as he walked towards his window.  What a lovely  morning. He thought quietly.