http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/inky/ en-us http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/inky/post-2583.html I was stirred from sleep by a soft touch on my arm. It was still dark and I was all warm and cozy in the loft bed, curled up with the house cats. My friend, Tito, stood by the bed. "Lane, wake up. The nurse called, we have to go, it's your mom..."I s...