She paused often to fight low blood sugar, and in lengthening blinks she dreamed of an afterlife in which the turfy fire blanket on her head was brushed out into a blade of satin and she had a big scary wardrobe and hit Pilates every day until she'd burned off the paradoxical melancholy of feeling worthless and underappreciated, of doing work that was frivolous and insurmountable.
this paragraph (Cory's) is way too melodramatic but the idea of Pilates as a way of burning off resentment is interesting
I also like "big scary wardrobe" as a way of revealing her hope that she can upgrade herself mentally by upgrading herself physically