I am lying on a bed covered in brilliant gem colored comforters. The room is warm and full of light from two windows. The walls are white and the carpet is full and a deep forest green. The furnishings are all natural dark woods and there is a full length mirror on the wall next to the door. There are candles on the bedside table and a book shelf in the corner.
The forest is warm, dark but inviting. It is full of pine trees covered in flowering vines and moss. There is palmetto scrub in the underbrush and there are butterflies and dragonflies in the air. I can hear the sound of birds and crickets. The sunlight plays and makes patterns in shadows.
The path is winding but well used by foot traffic. Made of sand, there are a few sticks and small rocks on the sides. It is narrow and private.
I come to a river that has a medium flow. The water is clear with a tint of brown from the tannin of the fallen leaves. It is protected by trees and the sunlight filters through them. The water is warm and inviting. There are some small minnows swimming and water bugs play on the surface. The river is about waist deep and the bottom is sandy.
The glass is half buried and forgotten in the sandy soil. It is made of a heavy deep blue glass and durable but has a chip and a long crack in the side.
It is a skeleton key that looks like brushed silver. It is old and has ornate metal work and looks like it unlocks a secret chest. The key looks well used and is attached to a broken piece of ribbon.