The room has a window on the right. I am on a leather couch next to the window. In front of me is a bookshelf with leatherbound books. The room is cool and the walls are white. The door is half-open.
The forest is full of morning light. The trees are sparse and light.
The path is narrow but easy to follow, until I get into the forest. The path dissolves there and all is light and trees. The forest is abandoned.
It is a river. The water is clear and very, very blue. It moves quickly but calmly. The river is lined with trees on both sides and easy to cross.
The flask is silver with flower-like carvings and smells of gin.
Possibly it is a key to a wooden cottage somewhere in the forest. It might also be a key to the room that I woke up in.