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