I awoke one morning in an odd yet familiar room. It's warmth circled me. The rough hewn wood furniture added natural beauty to its rugged usefulness. The pine green window curtains stirred restlessly in the summer breeze. The red cedar walls and floor felt smooth to the touch and added a distinct clean smell to the room.
The trees grew close together as though to support each other in their lofty climb to the heavens. The lodgepole pine merged with blue spruce to out number the red cedar trees. The sunlight sought to reach the forest floor leaving shafts of sunlight to show their progress. The bright shafts filtered down to a path that wandered amoungst the tall trees.
The path seemed to cling to the sunlight where it filtered through the trees. It broadened in the sunlight areas and narrowed in the dark recesses as thought to quickly get through these dark spots. The path was clearly marked as it wove its tempting magic through the age old forest.
The path led to the crystal clear pool of water at the base of the cascading water fall. The creek laughed and gurgled on it's merry way beneath the falls. Fish could be seen darting in and out of the shadows of the boulders.
A bright metal dipping cup reflected the sunlight off its slightly dented surface. Three rings circled the cup and its wide handle made for easy gripping for dipping into the fresh water.
The skeleton key had a cross encircled in a circle on the top. Its long tubal shaft ended in two flat surfaces seperated by a brief gap.