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