The room I am in is chilly. The big fluffy, blue stippled blanket keeps me warm. There is a picture of a sunset hanging over the bed. The wood floor is very creaky.The white chair has an afghan on the back. The lamp shade is an odd rectangular shape.The candles all seem as if they have never been used.

I am surrounded by huge oak and maple trees. Their leaves have a the beautiful colors of fall, red, orange and yellow. The sun is streaming down in little rays between the numerous trees.

The trees line the path on either side. It is a narrow path with many trees roots growing through the middle. The roots seem as if they are steps in the path. It seems as if this path is traveled often. The path is hidden by the oak and maple trees.

The path leads to a bubbling brook. The water is slow moving and crystal clear. The brook has ice cold water.

There is a small chipped cup. It is pink with little yellow flowers. It seems very old as the pink is beginning to fade.

The key seems fairly old. Like a skeleton key. The kind that could open many things like, a chest, an attic door or even a liquor cabinet.