The room is cold and dark, yet I find some comfort in it. There is not natural light in the room. The only way I can see a thing is from the dim light of candle affixed to the walls. The bed that I have been laying in is a huge, oak, 4-post bed that requires a step stool to get into. There are no blankets on the bed, yet I feel extremely warm, though I can tell how cold my surroundings are. I like this room.
The trees are thick and unfriendly. They are all around me and with their large thick branches, I can not even tell if it is day or night. It's as if they are keeping all light out of this cove, not purposely however. There is a chill in the air that I feel comes from these trees.
The path looks as though it was formed yesterday, yet I feel as if many people have ventured down it before. I am fearful of the path. I fear that it will take something away from me if I step on it. I am not quite sure what, though. My freedom. Maybe it will swallow me up and I will be no more. There is a place as the path gets further down where there seems to be a fork in the road. One side goes to a place where there is a break in the darkness of the trees, and the other continues into darker and darker places. This is the one I will choose.
The water is a large river. There are no dams, it is just as natural as the day that is was formed. The water is warm and pleasant. A great relief after the darkness of the trees. I almost have to restrain myself from jumping in and letting the current take me through it's course.
The vessel is a large flagon with a dragon etched on it's body.
The key is a gold key that seems to be quite old. I think it is the key that I had when I was little, the one I used to open the doors to the secret land of Terabithia.