How this blip came to be

NaPoWriMo2020, Day 6.

BEDTIME STORY

A while after suppa
I crawled into bed with a cuppa
not to watch TV
or read some poetry
but to hydrate 
and contemplate
how I could possibly have gotten up too late
this morning again too late
to get to senior time 
at the grocery when there was no line
to buy
when the supply
was freshly arrayed
something nicely made
and not yet snatched by junior hoarders
to overfill their larders
and when my cup was done
I admired the art thereon
a Chagall copy
nicely painted not sloppy
and finally I perched the cup
on the covers where it stood up
now empty of even a sip
but ready for a blip.