The room is large and airy. Big french windows line two walls. Hardwood floors with a big and fluffy area rug where I lay down to daydream. A cool breeze blows in every hour to keep the temperature just right. The furniture are all antiques. The bed is a king with plenty of down pillows and blankets. A bed fit for a king.
The forest is mysterious yet oddly familiar. It is laden with tall old oak trees. It's dark and cool in the forest with patches of light that shine through the leaves of the oak trees. There are dust bunnies floating around and you can see them in the streams of light. I hear a stream close by.
The path is just worn ground. It's wide enough for 2 people to walk together hand in hand. It's made of dirt and is well travelled. It's clearly visible if you know you're way around.
It's a stream. A stream that is about 5 feet wide and flows with clear cool water clean enough to drink.
It's a wine glass. It's large and clear with bits of stained glass designs on the bottom.
It's a large skeleton key that is over 100 years old.