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