Without you

Without you..

...it's like to wake up in the morning..and  coffee is not left

...it's like to leave the house, slamming the door..and the keys were left at home..

...it's like to take what you want, full cart at the supermarket..and at the checkout find that the wallet was left at home..

...it is like to catch the tail of the interesting thought and type it in Notepad - and look at, apparently, already excellent miniature was born, and....glitch..not saved.. just clean sheet

..it is like to get naked under the hot shower in the end of the long day  ..and the water is turned off..

...it is like to go to sleep..and there is only one pillow on the bed..and the sheet is cold..

...it is like to read some novel..and in the most interesting place  the light is turned off,unfortunately...and reserve of the battery lasts only seven percent..  the screen is darkening..and then comes emptiness..one way out - to fall asleep for getting the novel to be continued..