The room is cool and dark. The furnishings are old but there are many of them. The room is somewhere in my grandparents old house. I am laying on a couch and covered with an old quilt. The house is quiet.
The forest is very large. The trees are close together and most of them are oak. They are very tall and very thick. The forest is a little dark but I am still able to see into it.
My path is narrow but smooth. It winds through the forest in gentle curves. I am the only one walking on it. It is fairly visible and fairly clear.
The water is cool and very clear. It is a shallow stream that is a few feet wide. I am able to see the rocks at the bottom of the stream. The water curls around and over the rocks. At the edge of the stream the grass trails into the water and there are little hiding places under the grass.
The cup is old and brownish. It is medium sized with a handle on the side. It is old and made from brown ceramic. It is dry. There are designs on the side that look like little whorls and swirls and bumps.
The key is small and mettle. It can fit in the palm of my hand. It is cool to the touch. The key is smooth and burnished. I think that it will unlock a door.