It's warm with tan carpet, light blue walls, light finished antique furniture - light oak not cherry. Stuffed animals arranged haphazardly around the room. There are a couple of soft cushioned chairs and a matching love seat. Mauve accents. A ceiling fan moving slowly and table lamps. There's a chair rail on the walls around the room. And there is a closet, but the door is shut.
The trees seem thick, but it is still bright. The sunlight is still getting through. It's dry - not damp and mossy. There are tall pine trees - so tall that I get dizzy looking up to see the tops of the trees. There are green and brown pine needles covering the ground and brown pine cones here and there. I see and hear squirrels. One of them is looking at me and making a lot of noise. I think he's yelling at me - really frustrated with me for some reason.
There is not one clear path. The trees are far enough apart that I could be going in any direction with no obstacles. No one direction seems more worn than another.
It's a natural creek - not a lot of water but enough that it's moving - bubbling. Not enough water that I couldn't easily cross it. There's mud around it indicating that it might have been recently flooded. Not a devastating flood but just a lot of water washing from upstream after a heavy rain. The water's clear and cool. It's moving quickly so it looks like it could be clean enough to drink.
It's just a blue plastic cup that someone accidentally dropped. Or maybe it washed up from the creek. I think someone dropped it along the bank upstream and the last heavy rain washed it down here. I don't think anyone was actually here in this place. The cup looks dirty - not something I would want to drink out of.
It looks like a car key - silver toned, a little rusted. It's old. Probably washed from upstream like the cup. I think I'll never find out what it unlocks. It's been here too long. I don't even think about the key in relation to what it belongs to.