The Satin Revolt

I decided the nightstand urgently demanded my royal presence, so I approached an expansive champagne-silk sleep bonnet to inaugurate my evening slumber pavilion. Nestling beneath the ruffled hem, I tugged ever so delicately on the gathered elastic band to tailor my private canopy. *Snap!* The treacherous elastic sprang backward, instantly flipping the billowing silk dome inside-out and engulfing my fluffy slippers in an avalanche of ruched satin! I froze, flinging both hands toward the ceiling in breathless, tragic horror. To be ambushed by bedtime couture after such an exhausting day is simply beyond cruel... so I dramatically surrendered to the shiny folds. *sighhh*.