the room is large and warm. Early morning light is coming in the large windows and gives the room a glow. The furnishings are elegant and traditional, made of walnut with some carvings. The bed is a queen-sized with carved posts. The fabrics are simple in pattern but luxurious in feel and texture. There are oringal oil paintings on one wall and some framed photography on another. There is a fireplace with two comfortable upholstered chairs in front of it and some shelves full of books on either side.
The forest is both light and dark. Sunshine comes through in places and lights the path. Other areas are in deep shadow and appear dark but still inviting. The forest is lush with green and I can hear a babbling brook near. The trees are hardwood trees: oaks and maples mostly. There are shrubs offering berries and some small flowers growing wild here and there.
The path running through the forest is wide and clear. It is a dirt path and is comfortable to walk upon. There is plenty of light filtering through the trees to see your way cleary along.
The path comes to an end at a shallow, babbling brook. The water is clear, cool and clean and makes a lovely noise as it rushes over smooth rocks.
Across the brook I find a cup that someone has left sitting on a rock. It is simple in form, unadorned and made of metal. It is clean and I feel confident that I can use it to take a drink from the brook.
As I continue along the path, I find a key and bend to pick it up. It is an old skeleton key. It is lovely and made of silver but has blackened with age. I try to imagine what it would open. Perhaps a wardrobe, cabinet or a chest of some kind. But I'd like to think that I have found the key to my true love's heart.