I awake in a bitter cold room. It is frigid outside and I need to put on several layers of clothing and two pairs of socks. The furnishings have been moved. The room is filled with holiday decorations.

The lack of normal furnishings could also imply a childhood that was radically different from other people’s.

The forest is white with snow. The tall pine trees are in close rows. Although it is sunny in the clearings, within the forest of tall pines it is dim. Snow occasionally falls from the snow-covered branches.

The path through the forest is not well marked. It is a deer trail which is very hard to travel because of the deep snow drifts.

I finally come to a small, natural creek. Despite the cold temperatures, the creek still has a trickle of flowing water.

On the other side of the creek, I am surprised to find a bottle of Coke on the ground where somebody has apparently dropped it. The bottle appears to be nearly full, although the contents are now frozen.

I find a key in the path. I am approaching a house. The house has a child's clubhouse. I assume the key is for the child's clubhouse.