I immediately throw off the covers, because the room is unbearably warm. This is not surprising, since I am usually warm. The bed is a king-size, firm yet cushy. I notice that I am alone. Figures, here I am in this big bed and no one to share it with. Looks like hotel sheets and pillows, bland and sterile. There's not much to look at here. Just a closet with a sliding door, a big window with closed vertical blinds, pinkish wallpaper, and a new-wave painting I know I've never seen before and probably won't want to again. Oh, and there's your basic oak wood dresser with eight drawers (three on each side) and a lamp and clock radio sitting on top.
The forest is... well... green. I'm not very good with trees, but they're really big... Redwoods maybe, like in that movie with the Ewoks.... little furry bastards. There seems to be lots of wildlife... none that I can see, but there's lots of sounds: chirps, squawks, wings flapping, large insects bustling. The sun shines through the spaces between the tree trunks to create magical beams of light, although the sun itself is hard to spot among the thick treetops.
I can sort of make out a path in the surrounding grass and dirt. It seems to have been traveled on many times before, but as I walk along, it splits off in many directions, some more traveled than others.
A river, moving a bit fast for my taste; too fast to try to walk through and get to the other side. Judging by the movement of the water, I'd have to say rapids or a waterfall nearby. Gosh, I hope there's a bridge somewhere.
It's a nuclear vessel.
It's one of those old-fashioned keys, like the ones they used to use in those old houses up on hills that would look scary at night. It's made of metal, and a bit heavier than I would've guessed. Can't be too important, being someone left it here and all.