What the hell am I doing? She looks great in my bed, but I'm still so depressed. All of America is worried and cannot sleep at night. We are reminded about our personal lives and the importance of the truth. And we have friends that tell us one lie and then another and another, til a lie becomes the truth. We wake up next to a stranger in our beds, married or unmarried there's no meaning in anything anymore. Will we ever wake up and be happy—will our escape from reality ever have correction—and resist the temptation? The correction is prayer and God.