Author's Note: I just finished the book "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time". For this piece I am writing from the point of view of Christopher. Christopher understands things differently from the way that we understand things. I wanted to try to capture the way that he thinks and tie it to this story. In this piece I am working on transitions.

I woke up today on my left side, which meant that it will be a good day today. Whenever I wake up on my back it will be a bad day. My father told me that I don't have to decide on what type of day it will be right away, but I like having things planned out so there are no surprises. I don't like surprises.

I started my daily routine in the bathroom to get ready. I then went to my bedroom to finish up. Afterwards I went down the steps while counting each one. As I reached 12 my left foot found the ground of the bottom floor. I walked into the kitchen and prepared for my breakfast. Today was March 5, an odd number day,  so I'll eat a banana and eggs. On even number days I eat bacon and toast. I peeled my banana and sat down. My father then came down the stairs in a clumsy manor. We both exchanged greetings and then silence took over. I like silence. It lets me think without other people confusing me. If there are too many people talking I close my eyes and sit down. Mother taught me how to do this when I was four. It helps me relax and concentrate on one thing. 

Today is a weekend so I have no school. I like school because I like learning new things. My teacher is trying to get me to talk more about what I learn, but I don't understand why. I like keeping my ideas and thoughts to myself because other people have different thoughts and I don't agree with them. I think that my thoughts are more accurate because I put more thought into certain subjects unlike other people.

Today I am home alone because father has to go to work. I watch TV from 9:00am-1:00pm. I stay on animal planet the whole time because I like to learn new things about animals. Yesterday I learned that male seahorses have babies instead of females.

Father came through the door at 5:00pm. He brought home pizza hut. He took out a piece for me and set it on my plate. I looked at the sausage and picked off every piece. My father watches me and laughs to him self. I do not understand why this is funny. I refuse to eat things that are grey. It is a dirty color and I don't want to eat dirt.

After my two slices of pizza, without sausage, I headed upstairs for bed. Every night I go to bed at 6:00pm so I won't be tired in the morning.  I started my routine in the bathroom again and ended it in my bedroom, but before I got in bed I fed my pet fish. I had two tiny goldfish. Father says that its amazing that they are still alive, but I know that's its because I keep track what they eat, when they eat, and how much they eat. I said goodnight to both of them and climbed into the left side of the bed and closed my eyes.