The room is cold, with wood floors. But I'm warm, snuggled under flannel sheets and wool blankets. Sun seeps through the bottom of the shades. I'm in an old four poster bed, there is an old fashioned radiator in the corner, a bureau with a mirror, and a large wing back chair. It's a child's room, with dolls, bears and a dollhouse.
There are large fir trees, covered with snow. The snow is bright white under the trees, but I feel blanketed by darkness.
The path is wide and easily navigated, but has not been traveled.
It is a rocky creek/stream. It makes a wonderful noise, like laughter. Icy cold water spills over cold dark stones.
It is a stoneware flask, with a round body and a long thin neck.
The key is brass and attached to a red velvet ribbon. I think it unlocks a gate.