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