Simple room. Wooden floor, no rug. The bed is a cast iron hospital like style. The windows are open and the early morning breeze blows the sheer curtains inward. The air is crisp, much like a spring morning. There is nothing on the walls and the sheets are white. But the glow inside the room is a warm pale yellow.

The forest, located on the edge of a field of heather, is thick and inviting. Pine trees with a fairly thick canopy. The light that breaks through cuts through in shafts creating puddles of light along the forest floor. The ground is covered in pine needles allowing silent flow through. Nature in it's finest.

The path is a little hard to make out, almost as if following a rabbit trail. I must be very careful to hold it in my sight. I sometime have to take an alternate route around a tree and regain the path but I can follow it.

The sound of the waterfall is what attracted me to it. Simple, non-violent. just a stream about 5 feet across and not very deep. The water is cold and crisp, much like the air. The sound is soothing. Compelling me to rest a while.

A plain tin cup. Slightly dinged up but placed carefully, hung by a leather strap from it's handle on a nearby branch.

It's the kind of key you can have made at the local hardware store. The average house key. I think it unlocks a house.