I'm looking at a big, open, airy style room, with textured sunlight pouring through the windows and a healthy breeze making the curtaints flutter pleasantly. The floor is wooden, with a woven texture rug in the middle. There is trim throughout the room. It feels spacious and like a pleasant place to be.
A decent-size cube (2-3' wide) floats in the room's center, a beautiful translucent blue so you can see the far side of the room through it. As it float, it also spins through the air (in place) at an angle, so that you can see various pieces of it -- the edges, corners, top, bottom, sides, etc. It pulses gently.
A sturdy wooden ladder is propped up against one wall, near the cube, reaching up to the ceiling. The ladder is easily climbable, if I was motivated, and is carved along its sides to look a bit ornate.
The horse is powerful and strong, a Clydesdale, with a shiny sheen to its skin, huge hooves, and a long silken tail and mane. It is not bridled or saddled in any way. Despite its intimidating size, it is at ease and friendly, walking over to nuzzle me as I rub a hand on its smooth strong side.
There's a flower box hanging on the outside of the window, containing a variety of flowers (different colors and species), all healthy.
There is a storm on the horizon, visible from the window, and it's a magnificent one, with purple and blue and grey swirling clouds. Not a lot of rain, just a lot of wind and beautiful flashes of lightning that light up the sky -- breath-taking. I can watch with admiration rather than with fear.