On a cliff at dawn in doing the splits naked, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with doing the splits naked,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “doing the splits naked, doing the splits naked, doing the splits naked!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “doing the splits naked” bliss.