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