Anonymous 2002-05-01

The room is warm. My big, comfortable bed sits right in the middle of the room where I lay curled up in my warm blankets relaxing the day away.

Note that the subject implies that there is some sort of stress outside of the room, as if the adult world intruded early on childhood.

Thick, green, needly pine trees. I can hear the fallen needles crunch when I walk. The sun barely shines through the branches.

It is not easily navigated. Lots of dead pine needles and cones scatter the ground. Nobody has traveled this path before. It's almost non-existent.

It's a natural, narrow trickling stream of water rapidly flowing through the middle of the forest. The water is clear but contains debris from surrounding trees.

Since the majority of contamination is from the trees, this suggests that the subject blames the adults for those few issues that exist.

It's a very old canteen. Probably left behind by a lost camper.

It's a small, silver key. Probably to the door of a house or building of some sort.