The room is warm with the walls painted a pastel sky blue. There is a white sofa bed and a dark mahogany desk, above which hangs an 300 year old framed diagram of shipbuilding. All paintings are of boats or the sea. The desk is cluttered, and some of the drawers do not have handles anymore. The carpeting is dark, hiding all manner of spills and dirt except the white mote particles.
It is a bright forest with an even mixture of large old trees and thin young ones. Sunlight streams in through the summer foliage. In the distance, a small stream makes a tiny waterfall as it carries leaves along with it's current. If you focus your eyes just right, you can make out tiny bugs floating and flying inches from your face.
Dandelions grow along a thin trail that the birds and squirrels look down upon and avoid. It is not too overgrown, showing that children have ran along it's length with some frequency. They might also be responsible for the occasional piece of trash, a bottle or a cigarette stub, lying off to either sides.
It is a small stream. I do not know where it's source lies, but it's only about a foot and a half wide. Bits of plants and dirt float and swirl where eddies occur. A small waterfall makes gentle splashing sounds.
It is only an empty plastic soda bottle, half embedded in the dirt. There is no more liquid in the open bottle and the cap seems nowhere to be found.
A rusty key, caked with dirt. It was found when I kicked a large rock over and it was underneath. There is a house nearby, so it may be an emergency key, left there incase the owner is missing their house key.