A noise in the darkness. Thoughts drifting out of control. And then a slit of shadow appears, lighter than the blackness about it. And then the eye completely opens. It’s cold in the room. Really cold, and from the view outside the window, Michael had been woken up in the dead of night. He shivered, and uselessly tried to cover his body with the much-too-small blanket that he had used since he was three. Itchy wool scratched against his legs, and he tried to rest on the wooden plank that served as a mattress in his bunk. His nights usually went like this, drifting in and out of sleep. But this night was different, as he was awoken, not by the cold air, but by a noise in the room.
He looked about the room from the top bunk where he lay, careful not to smack his head on the low ceiling. Nothing out of the ordinary appeared. It was a simple square room, bare of anything except the bunk bed and the window. And upon closer inspection, he realized that the door was open, and Blaise’s sheet was sprawled across the floor. Blaise was out, and that was stupid. Didn’t Father always warn them to keep in bed, or double the work the next day? What could have gotten either of them out of their beds, with that on their minds?
And to echo the comments from your previous post, too much use of 'was' in the second half of the fragment.
Overall I'm not hooked really.
With that in mind, you should completly eliminate most of this, but especially the weird opening.
I look forward to seeing the revision
My2cents
David
IT WAS STILL IN the dead of night. Michael had been AWAKENED, not by the cold air -- AND IT WAS FREEZING -- but by a noise.
The door was open, and Blaise’s sheet was sprawled across the floor. Blaise was out, and that was stupid. Didn’t Father always warn them to keep in bed, or double the work the next day?