The room is slightly warm. I am stretched out on a couch, covered by a thin sheet. My dog and cat are with me, and I feel at home. The walls are painted a deep dusty blue.
It is a redwood forest. It is mostly shady, with patches of filtered light.
The path is easily navigated, although narrow. Although it is not well travelled, it is cleary marked.
I see a narrow mountain stream. It is narrow, and the water is clear, following a twisted path. It makes music.
It is an old clay mug, large, the size of a soup bowl.
It is a large skeleton key. I think it may have unlocked a house which once stood here.