the room is very warm and I am lying in a large very comfortable bed. the comforter is white and heavy against my tired body. there is a large window to my right where the morning sun is just beginning to shine through. All the other furnishing are simple. A large dresser and one mirror. The mirror is attached to the dresser and directly in front of the bed. There is a comfortable oversized chair in the corner. All the fabrics are white as are the curtains and the floor is hardwood. The whole room feels fresh, clean, and wide open.
the forest is neither sunny nor dark. it is probably twilight or dawn but impossible to tell for certain. It is very quiet is except for the quiet murmerings of the birds in the trees. The ground is covered in leaves that would crunch beneath my feet if i were to begin walking. But i am standing still. I am staring toward the sky which is mostly blocked by the towering trees.
It appears that there was once a path, but it is now overgrown with plant life and covered in the fallen leaves as well. The trees are close on either side, but the path is still easy to follow.
the water is clear and clean. it is moving along calming and quietly. It is small like a brooke or a stream.
It is antique looking: tarnished silver with extravegent embroidery. It has two large hadles on either side and an inscription on the the bottom that has worn off and cannot be read.
the key is shiny and silver. It is oversized and very decorative. It looks very old fashioned, like a key from a fairy tale. It looks like it may open a large trunk.