The room is cool. I'm covered with a soft warm blanket. A wind is blowing through the open window making the curtains move. I hear a bird singing outside. The floor is bare wood and cool to my feet. There is a window seat. I read there.

There are large oak trees with a meadow beneath them. Wildflowers bloom where the sun is bright. Small animals scurry around the trees playing in the branches.

The path is wide and meanders among the trees. There are benches and statuary along the path. No one has been here before.

A brown clear stream moves through the forest. The water is cool and sweet. An arched bridge spans it. The sound of tinkling and flowing blends with the sounds of the wind and birds to form a melody.

The mug is thick ceramic. It is brown. The cup is old and smooth with use.

The key is an old-fashioned skeleton type key with a large hole for hanging it on a key chain. I don't know what it unlocks. Maybe a door.