The room is chilly but blankets are plentiful. It is full of old furniture and smells of cigarette smoke.
The forest is full of mature evergreens. Vegetation below is sparse. The ground is covered in needles. There is enough light though the forest is well shaded.
The path is easy to walk though barely distinguishable from the surrounding ground since the earth is so flat below the canopy far above.
It is a slow moving creek, knee deep in the middle but there are places to cross without getting wet. The water is clear though the creek bed is dark.
It is a large wooden cup. It is very smooth from a lot of use.
It is an plain, old key. I think it unlocks the back gate of the house I just left.