ZZZ 2002-06-06

The room is dark with a tiny flame dancing atop a candle in the corner on a small wooden table. The walls are bare and there is only one window that is wide open with a gentle breeze blowing in just enough to move the white, almost see through curtains. The king size waterbed is up against the wall opposite the partially opened door. There is a small handful of pocket change and a pen on top of the bureau that stands in the corner next to a wooden chair with a pair of jeans and a shirt strewn across the back.

(Note here that the darkness—normally indicative of an unpleasant childhood—is used to establish a cozy mood.)

The thick, short pine forest is bright green full of branches that have to be pushed aside to get through. The tops of the trees are just about eye level and you can see taller pines in the distance. This appears to be a very young forest with lots of birds flying in and out of the tree branches as I walk through.

Note that the subject describes them as taller in the distance, as if the adults were more influential later in life.

The narrow path is very hard to see through all the branches and one could get lost easily if it weren't for the fact that you can see above the short trees.

The trickling brook of clear, cool water flows by unobstructed. Although not too wide it looks deep in spots.

A smooth, medium size, wooden ladle.

A shiny, new brass colored house key.