I am in a warm room with white brick walls. I am lying in a double bed with black sheets on them. I am naked and feeling very comfortable and happy. Across from the bed, I see a wardrobe with mirrors on the doors. Next to the bed there is a big window with sunlight streaming in and I can see clouds and blue sky.
It's a thick forest with tangles of vine and sharp briars and thorns. It is dark and dank and would be almost impossible to enter.
It is a barely visible trail, almost over grown by the vines and briars. To walk on it, one would be pricked by all the thorns.
There is a wild river in which the water tumbles and rolls into a whitewater-rafter's paradise. The water is clear and fresh and as it crashes by it splashes my face and I taste its sweetness.
It is a beautiful, gem-encrusted goblet made of shining gold and silver.
The key is an old-fashioned skeleton key that probably fits into a trunk of some kind. Perhaps a maiden's hope chest which she has filled with linens in anticipation of her wedding day.