Routine

Every morning he wakes up to the same bird chirping outside his window.
Every morning he rises off the right side of his bed, and he stretches his left arm first.

On Mondays breakfast must be two eggs, a glass of orange juice, and one strip of bacon.
On Mondays after he's had breakfast he might take a pudding cup with him for later’s lunch. That is if he's in a good mood.
Though often the pudding stays in the pantry.

Dinner is different. Dinner can be anything he wants and doesn't have to worry about precautions.

Only if it isn't a Friday.
Friday dinners are very important. They're special. Every Friday night he sets a neat and simple table. Plated for two and a single lit candle in the middle.
He spends the whole day preparing homemade pasta and sauce for Fridays dinner.

Every Friday he sets a table for two, and enjoys a lovely meal for one.

Each night he tucks himself under the covers on the right side of the bed.
He lays his hand the pillow on the left side and closes his eyes.
Each night right before he falls asleep he takes ten  slow deep breaths.

A small smile settles on his face and a new day awaits.