Quite personal

"Thursday, a perfect day to fall in love" flew out from the yawning mouth and the stretching body,
"what the hell am I doing here" slapped the face in the mirror,
"It is a matter of timing, isn’t it? " sprinkled on the overcooked eggs,
"Do something about the lately appeared eye bags" poured into the second cup of coffee,
"Don’t forget to go to the floral shop today" pointed at the pot of the only plant at home which now looks so tiny under the growing branches and needs to be replaced,
"People will think you are a witch! Buy for yourself at least one pink t-shirt!" frowned at the drawer full of black clothes.