The room is quite small and painted a pale shade of pink. I look out of the window and see dense trees and shrubs. The lack of morning sun leaves the room cool but my green and cream quilt means i am cosy and safe. The painting on the wall puts me at ease, it watches over me.
The forest is typical scrub with dark, tall trees. The ground is damp and almost muddy. I hear the creek trickling in the near distance.
The path is difficult to follow and rough but i know the way. I know if i cross the creek and climb up the path, i will soon find a clearing and lote of blackberry bushes. This place is abandoned, it is only me who knows the way.
The water is very shallow but flowing water. A creek. The water is fresh and cool, clear and yet i would not drink it.
it is a drink bottle. Green and pink, made of plastic.
it is a small brass key. the twisted ornamental end looks delicate and beautiful. it opens my beautiful wardrobe but i imagine it could open a secret trove of treasure.