It was a lonesome Thursday evening. I had ordered silk satin bedsheets and a duvet cover a few days prior, and was hoping to apply them to my bed this very lonesome Thursday evening. I came home from a long day of hard work, only to ask my doorman for the packages. Disgruntled, he went to search the deep dark cavities of the package room. He returns: full of hand of package. The Amazon logo shimmering in the velvet lighting.I go to my apartment, after fighting in the elevator with an angry old man, to my door: to my room: to my bed. I slowly undo the plastic to the packages and softly apply them to my bed. I am complete.However, the night was young, and I had just crawled within.As it turns out, silk satin everything is a slippery slope. As the night went on I felt myself drifting into a pit of heresy, unable to cling to my sheets as I have done in the past. The night was a long, abrasive night. I was unraveling with every slippery toss and turn.Personally I would say that the sheets are good and do what they’re supposed to do: don’t go overboard.