Endearing

Write the last paragraph of your novel or short story. 

And so her night finally ended, much like the day that her body would never forget had begun. Her dead grandfather’s bolo tie draped loosely across her neck, circles of $3 mascara widening under her bleary eyes, and a profound lack of certitude about any of her situations. But she fell into her bed alone, a messy reflection of herself, yet still someone who she could be proud of. And she slept.