I woke up to find myself in the same comfy room I have been waking up in for the past years of my life. It is a comfy small niche in the house where light does not penetrate. It is dark but has a rich atmosphere which permates remnisicence of my past. The planely made bed has been a part of most of my life and still does its job well.
The forest is densly populated with trees and gives a feeling of closure. The sounds of animals and the rustling of wind threw the leaves gives me a sense of peace.
No one has tread the path that I take and I need to make my way threw the forest in order to get where I'm going. The trees are many but they easily spread before me.
Its a rustling stream that glitters in the light. It makes a sort of sound that soothes my mind and puts my body at ease. The water is clear and looks good enough to drink.
It is a plane and simple cup which is made of metal and looks worn as though its been used for many days but still serves its purpose. It looks as though it would have been kept more for sentimental value then anthing else.
It is a old rusted key that has been droped and forgotten. More then likely one for opening a old door.