The room is cold, both in temperature and feeling. It seems analytical; a doctor's office, perhaps. The walls are painted a dark green. The floor is wood, with a Persian rug in dark tones of red, blue, green, and yellow. There is a roll-top desk with one of those old-looking office lamps, with a green glass shade that comes over the top. There is a swivel office chair besides the desk, turned outward. The desk is in a corner of the room near a window that faces east with the shades drawn open and light is streaming into the room. The door is opposite the window. On the wall with the door are two recliner type chairs. There is a love seat against the wall opposite the desk, with throw pillows and a decorative blanket draped over the top. I had been sleeping in the love seat, and I am alone.
The forest is bright and still wet with dew. The tall pine trees tower over me. The sun is still near the horizon, so the woods are filled with light. The forest floor is heavily covered in pine needles, and there is little vegetation besides the pine trees. The trees grow far apart and allow for much open space. Their boughs form a canopy above me.
There is no "path" per se. It is a very open forest, easily navigable. Beyond the forest to the east I can see an open field, and then past that a thicker, darker forest. In every other direction I can only see the pine forest I am in. I can easily travel anywhere and not become entangled in any underbrush.
I walk to the southwest, and come across a small little creek. The water is icy cold. The stream bottom is smooth and stony, and very little algae or plants grow in it. It is too shallow to hold fish, but water-bugs skate across the surface. Yellow flowers, that I've seen before but can't identify, grow along it's shore. The water is crystal clear. The current is fast, and when I toss pine needles into it they are quickly rushed away.
It's a clay pot. I recognize it's shape from a Depression Glassware piece my mother has, but this one is made of a terra-cotta material. It looks like it was made to look old, "vintage", more decorative than useful. I doubt it's watertight, it doesn't looks like it was ever fired in a kiln, just sun-baked. i don't know what it's doing out here. No one would be able to carry much water in it without the clay melting away.
Old, rusty skeleton key. Fancy filigreed handle. Looks like it opens the back door to some old cabin. (This whole story is sounding very much like a King's Quest game.)