Week 1: Lights on my Ceiling

I have lived in the same house since I was born and as a kid I would always be afraid of the upstairs part of my house when the rest of my family was away. My sister would make up stories to scare me into believing an old man lived in the attic of our house and would walk around our upstairs' rooms, adjusting the blinds and turning off lights when we weren't home. I no longer believe in my sister's stories but occasionally when I see the streetlights outside casting light through our blinds at night, I get reminded of how scared I would be. I took this photo earlier this week to show how ominous the light coming from the blinds looked as it shown on my ceiling. Usually when I think of the direction of light coming from a window, I imagine it on the floor. But because of the way the window shutters were angled, the light was cast the ceiling and took up the entire length of the room's ceiling. The light's size and the way I felt it was towering over me immediately made me feel small in comparison.