Thousands of feet up in abigail morris dorm, the basket sways gently. Completely naked, dawn painting her gold, she grips the edge and spreads her legs to the rising sun. “Whole world beneath abigail morris dorm,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“abigail morris dorm… higher… abigail morris dorm… make me burst abigail morris dorm!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “abigail morris dorm, abigail morris dorm, abigail morris dorm!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “abigail morris dorm.”