She woke up and opened a window...

This is just a basic story prompt. I don't have anything in mind but I'll see where it takes me. I'm giving myself about 15 minutes.

She woke up and opened a window in her bedroom. It was getting dark outside and the first stars were splaying out on the navy canvass. She was surprised to see stars, something so hopeful, when the rest of the world seemed so hopeless. The familiar wail of sirens screamed down the street and she heard a rude shout coming from the next house. With a sigh and heaviness, she closed the window and decided to endure the stuffy, hot house. Even though her t-shirt was already damp with perspiration, the heat was better than the calling cards of poverty heard outside. So as not to waste water, Jane dampened a wash cloth and dabbed at her neck and chest. She resentfully remembered when a shower was less of a luxury and more of a routine. The thought seemed to bring back smells of lavender and talcum powder that came from shampoo and deodorant. Who would have thought that you could take deodorant for granted? If she had only known, she would have been more sparing, less wasteful. She wouldn't have thrown away all those almost empty bottles and tubes just to clean out her vanity case. Hell, what did she have to be so vain about anyway? She laughed bitterly, thinking of the wasted time staring into a mirror and primping her body. She avoided mirrors these days. The only one she even owned was so dirty it only made your image look more depressed and sad. Or maybe it wasn't dirty, maybe she was dirty. Either way...it didn't really matter anymore.