Writing Cramp 5-19

I wake up, the golden¹ light of dawn in my eyes. I get out of bed and move towards the window. The curtains are already out of the way, so I leave them be and open the window. I stick my head out and breathe the fresh air. There's the lush green² of the grass and the plants. There's the amazing blue³ of the sky. There are a few deer grazing in a field a little ways off. No other humans to be seen, for I live in the quiet solitude of this verdant⁴ forest. I change into my day clothes and exit my quaint cottage. I ponder for a moment what to do on this lovely day and remember that I had found an alcove about half an hour away, and hadn't been able to explore it yet. Destination in mind, I begin walking, my shoes crunching against the occasional rust⁵-colored leaf. Half an hour later, I reach the alcove. There's no plants within that I can see, and the entrance is rather small. I crouch down and crawl on the brown⁶ earth to see what lies within.