This is the first paragraph from one of my characters' first chapter. Any critiques would be welcome, and thank you in advance.
Soleil awoke soaked with sweat. She was virtually out of breath, and her attempts at breathing were quite labored. She was shivering not just from fear of the nightmare that had disturbed her sleep, but also from the cold sweat it had produced. She could not remember what had happened in her dream, but she was still scared nonetheless. She sat up. Her heart raced, and she instinctively attempted to wipe some of the sweat off her forehead. Too bad her forearm was sweaty as well. She glanced around her room imagining whatever horror that had been in her dream had followed into the waking world. Soleil closed her eyes trying to concentrate on the dream. "No dice, yet again" she whispered to herself. The dream had been bad, but she could not remember anything pertaining to it. She tried to relax, and sat there motionless until her heart no longer felt like it was about to burst forth from her chest. These night terrors had been a life long occurrence for her. More recently they had increased not just in frequency, but also in strength. She was dreading the very thought of going back to sleep. She sighed to herself, mentally and physically exhausted. Soleil laid back while staring at the ceiling trying to figure out what to do next.