It is warm with a slight breeze coming through the open window. The room is carpeted and I'm sleeping under a thin sheet as well as a cotton comforter spread on top of the thin sheet. I am on a sofa and the wall adjacent to where I am has a painting hanging on it. Across from the couch I'm on, there is a small kitchen with a clock hanging right above the sink. Overall the room is plain.
The forest is very dark, but somehow the leaves on the tree are so vibrant and green it lights up the pathway just enough to see where you are going. The trunks of these trees are thick with a red tint to each of them and they are very tall.
The path is fairly wide and as you look down it, you see more trees blocking your view, not able to see what is ahead. The path looks as if it has been travelled on before due to tire markings. Very curious to see whats ahead, I began to walk toward the surrounding trees to get a better look of what is ahead.
It seems to be a narrow and shallow stream travelling south. The current is very slow and it is quite relaxing to just watch it flow by. The water is very clear and oh, wait, I think I just saw a fish.
It looked as if someone just taken a drink from this copper rusted cup with a small handle on the side, so little that maybe your pinky finger could get through. The inside was still moist and water drops were on the outside as if the cup was dipped into the river to be filled up.
The key I came across looked like an ordinary house key. I found it to be quite odd that an ordinary house key would be in the middle of this path. I questioned, Is there a house out here in the middle of the forest?