As I look around the room I realize that while it seems familiar to me I do not remember ever actually being here. It is a bright sunny room with wallpapered walls and white frilly curtains. The wallpaper is white with purple flowers and the carpeting is purple as well. There is a stereo in the corner on a stand, a desk with a large mirror on top along the far wall and a bookcase with numerous books on the opposite wall.
The forest is bright and sunshiny. The trees are in full bloom and beautiful, some of them are flowering dogwoods. It is a warm day but the forest is cool and comfortable.
The path is wide, wide enough for two people to walk abreast and it is a dirt path but clean and dry, not muddy. It looks to be well-travelled because there are not sprouts of grass growing on it. It leads up a somewhat steep hill.
It is a natural creek, bubbling along briskly. It is crystal clear and there are several rocks upon which to step to cross to the other side of the creek. The water is cool and refreshing and tastes delicious.
It looks to be a pouch of some sort. It reminds me of the colonial days when people would carry an animal skin of water with them. It has a strap on it and a spout. It is brown and soft.
It is a silver key that glows with a magical blue light. It tingles in my grasp which leaves me to believe that it has been waiting for me to find it. I believe that it opens a magical box somewhere that has scrolls inside with wondrous spells written on them. I have been searching for these scrolls to continue my quest and find my way home.