The room is breezy, the window was left open, It brought a bit of a chill. I am in my own bed but everything around me is diferent, there is a beautiful cherry wood dresser and vanity, and fresh flowers everywhere. Over the makeshift firplace there is a beautiful painting of the ocean at sunrise. The floor is a hardwood pine floor with a clear stain. My bed is covered in pillows, and my favorite blanket. The sun has just rose, yet there are still dark shadows in the corners, making my eye's see things that aren't there. All my knick knack's are everwhere but seem out of place.
The forest smells of pine and wood, I hear a creek nearby but cannot see it through the mass of redwood tree's and flowers. It is dark with hints of light coming down through the tops of the tree.
The path doesn't really look like a path but for some reason I am walking along this imaginary path, I feel as if I am going in the right way, but i am not sure, I keep moving branches out of my way and step over tree's that have fallen down, probably due to age or disease. It is a narrow path indeed, it has been traveled before, but not too many times.
This river is a deep and scary one, It is moving so fast I don't think to cross it, I bend down to feel it, to my surprise it was warm. I then I take a closer look and see it's beauty and power, it is made of different colors of blue and green
The flask looks as if it is old, and belonged to someone, I wipe away the dirt and find the name Annie on it. It is a pretty pink cup with a few chips on it.
I find a key which looks like a skeleton key for an old haunted house, In my dreams I wish it would unlock my love's heart, but in reality, it probably open's a cabin somewhere around the area.