1) March 27th, 4:30 AM, my living room
2) OBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: Walking from my bedroom to the kitchen for a class of water, all of the lights were out, save for the dim glow of the golden butterfly wall plug-ins in the living room and kitchen.
3) SUBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: The still quiet of a late night in a house in the woods always has a mysterious horror movie vibe to it (we often joke about our house being haunted because of how odd the nights can feel). The dim glowing butterflies provided just enough light for me to see where I was going, as everything was just slightly illuminated in a dull golden tone. But I could not see enough to avoid the obstacles of the cat toys blocking my path. Mostly everything was silhouetted, rather than seeing the clear shape, making me feel on edge as I tried to maneuver my way through.