In the darkened room a small light shows next to a juvenile 

soon starting to drift into a deep slumber, 

 their arm wrapped in a solid white casting.

I start to look at my options.

The first being a flowery field full of dandelions,

 orchids, poppies, and some small grass

 with some light rain sprinkling.

The second being a familiar dark room with a slim tall 

black figure with white eyes looking.

The third being a memory

from a fun time sledding down a hill, to waking up from a 

familiar beeping next to the white bed.

I chose the second.

 As the juvenile shakes in their sleep jolting upward to look around

 the darkened bedroom just to see it was a dream.