It's warm. There is a bed in it, and there is sunlight coming through the window, which has white curtains. It's homey, with blankets and personal touches around the room- pictures, a desk...
Bright, a leafy forest with lots of tall oaks, maples, and other deciduous trees.
Easily navigated, but there are tree roots that sometimes come across the path, which one could trip over. It's narrow, though two people could walk side by side, they would just not both be walking on the dirt part. It looks like the path was well traveled at one point, but there are leaves and such in the path which indicate that it isn't a major thoroughfare. It isn't clearly marked, but if you look, you can see where it leads.
It's a small brook, which makes its way to a larger river. The water is clear and cool, with rocks beneath the surface. Every now and then you can see a fish or other small animal in the water.
It's a cup, old and tarnished, silver, with dirt on it. It has been there for a long time. There are scuff marks on it, but as I brush it off and wash it in the river, it is very pretty, with a flare at the lip.
It is an old key that despite the antiquity to it, still shines in the light. It is the kind that has a club-shaped head and a shaft with a square at the end (skeleton key). This key has been recently dropped though, because there is no actual soil on it.