On a cliff at dawn in innie outie, 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 innie outie,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “innie outie, innie outie, innie outie!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “innie outie” bliss.