The room looks old, dingy and in need of a new coat of paint. It is not dirty, though. The floors are hardwood, but the varnish is worn down so the floor also looks dingy. The walls are grey but they were once white. It is warm. The furnishings are sparse. There is a table an old sofa, an easy chair and two wooden folding chairs.
Ahead of me, there are tall Douglas Firs. The forest, too, seems familiar. The forest is fairly dense, but because the trees are so thin and tall, it is still quite bright. It is a sunny day.
The path follows the natural spaces between the trees. It is quite wide and well-travelled.
The path ends at a clearing. At the end of the clearing is a river, which runs off the lake that I can see in the distance. The water is cold, blue and sparkling. The light from the sun is dancing and reflecting off the water, making it appear as if the water was covered in diamonds.
The drinking vessel is an earthenware urn. It is dark brown and covered in dirt. The urn has a wide lip narrows then rounds out in the middle. It has a large handle. The body, or middle of the vessel has been carved with a simple, linear pattern.
The key is silver. It is made out of stainless steel. It looks fairly new. Upon closer inspection, it looks just like the key to my front door.