Sleep had not come easily and the dark hours were long and lonely. This beautiful room had of late become a place of refuge room [why have you repeated "room"?]. Morning light was coming through slices of[gaps/splits in] the white wooden blinds at the windows, urging that it was time to get up. I do so.
I looked at my bed, reflected through [things cannot be reflected through a mirror] the mirror in the bathroom, as I brushed my teeth[This sentence would be better starting with "As I brushed....]The glorious matching quilt and top sheet were sprawled here and there on the floor. The sheet looked as if it had been twisted into a wet mass from a washing machine, left to dry in that mass.[I think you need to rewrite this sentence - it's uncomfortable]
The eyes reflecting back at me were vague and seemed tired. A bit of make-up would help, but no, I was too tired, it mattered not my appearance.[Why this sudden poetic phrase?]This numbness of my soul was already with me at the beginning of the day. That bothered me. Well actually, what day? I didn’t want any part of ‘a day’. The whirlwind bed would hold me nicely for this day and many more, here in this room, by myself. I couldn’t seem to get any rest lately. That was all I wanted – rest. I lay down slowly and pulled up the rumpled top sheet and sunk deep into the pillow and closed my eyes. I slept sound.[/quote]
Your tenses are jumbled
I like the last paragraph.