I'm lying in a bed with a firm mattress with a fluffy, warm, orange quilt over me. Outside the bed the air is cool. The walls are light yellow, the floor is hardwood, there is a small red couch and a few glass vases and marbles on a table.
The forest is fairly thickly wooded with tall redwoods, ferns, a few birch trees here and there. The light is bright but a bit misty, and the sky is hidden by all the trees above.
The path is winding and well travelled in spots but blocked by large logs in others. It is wide enough to travel but ferns sometimes brush my legs.
It is a wide river, with a small waterfall upstream from me. The water is moving fairly quickly, clear and dark blue. It looks waist or chest deep in the middle.
It is a plastic travel mug from a gas station. It's red and white and has the gas station logo on it. It looks clean but faded.
The key is small, with a round head, flat and silvery. It looks like it opens a mail box.