The room is warm, like a womb...I can feel air blowing from a ceiling fan, but that too is warm. I am wrapped in a down-filled quilt, a log cabin print. Though the quilt is an antique-appearing print and most likely made by my mother, the rest of the room is quite modern. There are Russian prints on the walls, 1 Picasso, and 1 Ani diFranco poster. Furnishings are sparse, but I can tell mean something: a simple desk and a chair by a long horizontal window. The warmth in this room is incredible, I can't shake the feeling that this IS my mother's womb.
I can feel sunlight glaring onto my back and turn to look up, yes, it is indeed the sun. Shadows are cast by the thin, tall trees. I'm not into horticulture, so I have no idea what kind they are....birch, maybe? They obviously thrive here, the trunks are packed into the forest like toothpicks in a box.
This forest is incredibly dense....the underbrush wraps around my boots and latches onto my legs. I find a trail, made perhaps by another human...but not used often, it seems. I can barely make out the soil below all the brush.
I hear the stream before I see it...I had no idea that water could actually "babble. It's not wide and is just deep enough to accommodate a few small fish. Are those goldfish? Looks like it. That must mean it's human-made, I don't think goldfish are wild creatures. This stream must be the definition of clarity, I can see each pebble and dip perfectly through the magnification of the water.
There's a strange looking goblet where the water and the fertile soil meet. Why would someone litter like that? Such a delicate piece of glass...tinted brown. Can age do that? I have no idea how long it's been there, but it lends itself to the area somehow. Injects a bit of history.
A key....how odd. I wish people would stop littering, this little key could get jammed in a deer's throat or something. I don't think a deer would eat a key, though. At any rate, I'm sure it's dangerous. I believe the key's copper, but I'm not sure if they make copper keys. The oldness of it makes me think it's a skeleton key...perhaps it belongs to the owner of that goblet.