the room is cold. I am wrapped in a warm blanket. there are books and drawings all over the floor. a mirror hangs on the wall. the walls are painted blue. dead flowers, high ceilings, and my doll beside me.
the forest is dark. there are birch trees. night is falling soon. a huge willow tree is right in my line of vision. it's at the end of a field.
the path is barely visible, and soft branches hang over it. I want to touch them. later on, it clears up after some snarly branches. there are lots of little hills in the forest and the path winds around them. It is narrow in some spots and wide when the forest opens up.
the water is a wide lake or ocean, I can't tell. it is deep blue and clear. there are large waves. it is warm and calming. there are white stones on the beach and seaweed.
a worn jug made of wood. there are brass nails in it. you know the water would taste good.
it's a skeleton key. it unlocks a cellar where an old woman lives.