It is a comfortably warm room. It is cosy and circular, with a rounded ceiling and rounded walls. There is a double bed, an overstuffed armchair, bookshelves, and large windows. The room is painted with bright colours, and the bedsheets, curtains, and chair have bright, lush fabric on them. There are flowers near the window.
The trees are tall and smooth, so tall that you can't see the top. The sunlight filters through. It is bright and the weather is warm.
The path is clear and winding. It is wide enough for four people to walk side by side with room to move. It is hard to tell whether it is well travelled- it is covered with red sand and crushed rock, and leaves from the trees. There are no markings but the path is easily seen.
It's an ocean, and it goes as far as the eye can see. It reflects the sky, a brilliant blue. The water pulls out and hammers back onto the shore.
It is a tall, silver cup. It is perfectly shaped and smooth. It is unadorned but flawless.
It is a simple silver key, with old-fashioned teeth. I think it unlocks a door to a house.