The room is a bit chilly, but under the blankets it is still very comfortably warm. Aside from the bed that I sleep on, which is covered with a dark heavy blanket, and is located on a corner of the smallish room, everything is a boring white except for the ceiling, which hasn't been done, but rather shows open wooden rafters with various ducts and pipes running in them.
The forest is tall pine and birch blocking out the sky, but it is still rather light where I am. There is no underbrush that I can notice, but rather the ground is clear, the trees are widely spaced, and nothing would keep me to the path.
The path can be easily traced, but isn't very distinct from the rest of the forest floor, simply being an area where the dirt and leaves have been disturbed. It's fairly wide, and to stay in it would be easy, especially since there are no obstructions; on the other hand, it would be easy to stray for that same reason.
It is a small babbling brook, clear water rushing in tiny rapids in a depressed rocky bed. It's about a foot or two wide, easy to jump over, if not even step over, even if there weren't a dry rock in the middle.
It looks something like a bag, with a small plastic cap that looks like it screws on. It looks to be made of some sort of brown cloth and is about twice the size of my fist.
It is a silver-colored key, a circle of metal about a half an inch in diameter at one end and with a singly-edged jagged part about an inch and a half long. It might unlock someone's door or something; they probably just dropped it here and it's been here for a while.