During the course of dashing around town yesterday afternoon to catch up on chores, dark storm clouds drifted in to the desert oasis, and hinted that a nasty downpour was on the way.
So, I hot-footed it back to my Hotel suite to head for shelter.
I flopped down on the comfy bed exhausted, then slipped off into a deep slumber for an hour-or-so.
Suddenly, I awoke with a start.
As I collected my thoughts, an apparition of Caylee Anthony loomed into my consciousness.
"Mommy did it," a sad little voice faintly whispered before the ghostly image faded away into the ether.
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