The room is neither warm nor cold. It has a light breeze and the room is lit by the sunlight. I am lying on my bed, breathing in the scent of the of the different flowers scattered around the room which also give a wide profusion of colours. I could hear the sweet chirping of the morning birds sitting on my window pane.
It is a bright, thin forest with fruit trees everywhere. There is also a flower bed nearby with butterflies hovering around.
The trail is narrow and barely visible.
It is a natural spring water, very clear. Sweet to the taste and very refreshing.
It is a clay jar. Like those used by the early Egyptians. Though it has weathered many years, it is still very serviceable.
It is a gold skeleton key. I think it unlocks a door of an old house.