the room is warm and sunlight pours through the window, there are yellow checkered curtains on the window, a small end table beside me with a linen cover draped over it. the comforter matches the curtains and is down, the carpet is a warm but not icky yellow, a copy of "sunflowers" hangs above the bed. no dressers, a beige wingback chair covered with teddy bears sits on the opposite side of the bed, a brass and wood ceiling fan twirls slowly above me.
Evergreens are everywhere, a thick padding of pine needles covers the floor, the sun is bright, filtering through the trees creating a lacy pattern on the ground beneath.
The path is narrow, barely discernible beneath the carpet of pine needles and pine cones, it looks as though it may have been well traveled at one time, but no one has passed through here lately. although it is difficult to see, the way is clear and there are no obstacles to travel.
I come upon a quick moving creek, the water is clear and cold, i can see straight through to the bottom, a fish lazily half-heartedly fights the current and tries to swim upstream, and seems to be suspended in space. there are tree roots at the edge, some lifting up out of the water. some slippery rocks line the edge.
a terra colored clay jar lay on the other side of the creek, about 6 inches high, it is turned on it's side
There lies an large brass old fashioned skeleton type key, perhaps the key to Bluebeard's closet.