The room is a little dark because the curtains are mostly pulled. It's warm, and warmly decorated in rich dark reds and golds. There is a burgundy leather chair near the window, which is to the left of the bed. The door is at the foot of the bed and to the left. It strikes me as the same room I pictured for the setting of the story of the man who wakes up and finds he is an insect. Only the room in that story keeps getting more and more drab and cold as the story goes on.
There are oak trees, and some aspens. It's not very thick around the trail, but it gets thicker the farther from the trail you get. It's fairly bright, but filtered light, and it gets darker when you leave the trail.
It's mostly smooth, and easily navigated. It's clear, and it's clear that people have traveled on it, but not very many.
It's a small river or a large stream. The water is cold, bright, clear and deep. It's natural, but very straight, like a road.
It's a smallish, metal cup. Like a mint julep cup. It's made of steel maybe, but it looks delicate.
It's very old, like a skeleton key, and it looks like it unlocks a big, old house or a gate. The key is sort of big, and it's made of iron or tarnished brass.