First draft

I went to sleep that night, happy; expecting pancakes and sausages in the morning for the second time this year. Before I fell asleep, I said my prayers, climbed my way onto the bed and clutched my blanket tightly not allowing any cold air to enter in. Unfortunately, hours passed, and cold air was the least of my worries. I slowly turned, forced my right eyelid to open and a cold object pierced my temple and a raspy voice whispered
“Don’t move or I’ll shoot”
I have never been that still in my life, my brain froze but my heart kept beating. That was the only sound that made me realize that I was alive. I slept on my side that night, and that was how I laid for thirty minutes. He walked away from my bedside and began rummaging through the unpolished furniture.