It's an average sized room, with a bed. Industrial carpet on the floor with a few scattered toys, mostly broken. The room is a bit chilly. I want to get outside. I feel confined.
There are a variety of trees ... some pine, some deciduous. Most are old, or give off a feeling of age. A few saplings here and there struggle to get their share of the light. There are patches of sunlight and deep shadow.
There's a clear path through the undergrowth, with a few roots from the surrounding trees poking up through the dirt, but it's easy to step over them, if you watch where you put your feet. It's more of a trail than anything, and winds through the trees.
It's a river that runs over the rocks. It's clear and cool and has a music of its own.
It's a canteen with a loop to carry over the shoulder, with the cap hanging by a metal chain.
It's a wrought iron key, with ornate scrollwork. It looks like it either unlocks a gate or perhaps a chest.