It's good, but let me help you tweak it to make it better. Already from this, we get an idea of the setting, time period, status, appearance. I had a hard time figuring out if the story is going to be in past tense or present, though. Personally, I prefer present tense.
"I opened my eyes, blinking several times."(this sentence needs to be corrcted, also)
CORRECTED:
Blinking several times, I open my eyes, or I blinked several times, and opened my eyes.
When describing anything, always make it into one paragraph, and try not to go so IN DEPTH (like Stephanie Meyer books).
When describing how's something is said after someone talks, and it can end with a period (like "I'm coming," Mindy says with heaviness), put a coma instead of a period. For example, Instead of this:
"He's gone. My baby's gone." Grace says with a empty voice, and eyes filled with tears that wouldn't fall.
Do this:
"He's gone. My baby's gone," Grace says with a empty voice, and filled with tears that wouldn't fall. (Notice the coma instead of the period.)
TIP:
Whenever you write, use a thesaurus as often as possible to make mundane words sound more scholarly but still decipherable.
SENTENCES THAT I PERSONALLY FINE-TUNED: (feel free to change it to past-tense if you'd like):
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My sleep, a comfortable foggy darkness, slips out of my grasp, as I'm suddenly aware of the warm rays of morning sunlight peircing painlessly through my eyelids. Blinking several times, I open my eyes to a bright light that burned through my drowsy pupils, causing me to hide under my covers.
I sit up fast and look around my bedchambers.
The stone walls rise upward as if steching after a perfect nap. As the wooden planks of the floor squeak under my bed's weight shifting, I notice the fire crackling in the fire place. It warmed the crisp, chilly morning.
I get out of bed, wrapping my arms around myself. The wooden planks squeak some more.
Suddenly there's a knock. "M'lady! Are you awake?" Callia, my nurse, calles from the opposite side of the door.
"Yes," I call back, "You may enter." The door creaks open, and a plump, short woman enters my bedchamber.
"Come, my dear," she beckons me to my vanity chair. I sit in front of the mirror. My petite and thin frame reflected back at me. My vibriant brown and emarld green hazel eyes are still squinting against the morning light, trying to adjust.
Unfortunately, since I have only just awoken, my hair was matted into a maze of dark brown knots. "Why does your hair have to be so coarse?" Callia sighs as she raked the comb through my stubborn curls. My mind resided into its usual dazing world.
I gaze at my reflection. *What if a mirror is me in an opposite world, doing what I do, but reflected? What if it's its a portal to another world, and wejust haven't figured out how to get o the other side.*
A million possiblities race through my head, and I perhapas I can hear Callia in the background.
I feel a pat on my shoulder, yanking me out of my blissful world.
"Hmm?" I brake my daze, "Sorry?"
"Go see you mother, father, and siblings i the chapel before your lessons," she repeats with more sterness than I assume was the first time. My nurse sighs and says, "You must stop putting your pretty little head in the clouds. I real lady never lets her mind wander. She puts it to use of knowledge."
"Of course." I reply simply, keeping my expression as blank as possible.
Mentally, I roll my eyes and shake my head. *She doesn't understand,* I think to myself, *no one does.*
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