The room has white walls, with no decoration. The bed is a simple twin. It has white sheets, a blue fuzzy blanket and a hand stiched quilt. There is a heavy wooden dresser with various personal items on the top and a small table next to the bed with an alarm clock. The floor is carpeted in a faded brown, but there are no other cloth coverings in the room. The single window has white blinds.
It's summertime and there is an abundance of moss along the sides of the path. Light filters in through the trees overhead, most of which are early growth, such as birch and ash. The forest is very well-light and there is quite a bit of undergrowth, including lots of white flowers.
The path starts out about 5 feet wide and easy to follow, though not nessasarily well-traveled. It narrows down to a foot path with exposed dirt and grass alternating along it. Tree roots jut out along the path, so one must keep to his feet, and the path tends to go up and down along the side of a hill, so you must be careful not to fall. Though it is not marked in any way (no rocks or such) it remains easy to follow.
It is a small, shallow creek only about a foot deep in the center. Though it could be walked across without a problem, there is a primitive bridge built so one does not dirty the creek. The water is clear, bubbling around large, rounded rocks. The bottom of the creek can be seen easily through the water, and the creek remains free of trash.
The cup is a metal, blue speckled camping mug. It looks fairly new, but it is coated in mud. I wash it off and take it with me.
The key is one of those old skeleton keys, about 6 inches long and fairly simple. It has a decorative hole in the top that's vaguely heart-shaped. It probably opened the attic or basement in someone's home, but it is so old now that those locks have probably been changed.