It is a nice warm room, where I stay when I visit my grandparents. There are two beds in there with blue bedspreads. There is also a end table with an old fashioned lamp on it, and a dressor with a mirror above it and a lamp on top of it. There is a coat rack at the foot of my bed. On the wall next to me are two pictures; one that my sister drew of some of my cousins in a tree, and the other is of a sad girl holding a doll.
It is a bright forest, with dense foliage. The trees are tall and mostly maple and oak trees; there are no pines. The leaves on the trees are swaying pleasantly in a breeze. There is a faint sound of wildlife.
The trail is windy and soon disappears around a corner. It is narrow but clearly visible. The path is clear of obstructions, but still seems abandoned. It is probably a deer trail rather than a foot path.
It comes to the side of a lake. The lake is fairly large, but the other side is still visible. The water is dark blue, and the bottom of the lake is not visible. The sun is reflected on the surface of the water, but it is broken by waves.
It is a metal canteen, inside of a dark green case. It is capped by a white plactic stopper, with a thin chain connecting the stopper to the canteen. There is a dent on one side.
It is a small silver key. There is nothing remarkable about it; it is not ornamental. It looks like a car or a house key.