Last thought before bed

Why am I here? Why is this my bed, or my room, or my house? Who made this choice? What is the reason for any of this? *eyes begin to fall.* My mind screames "WHY DOES ANYTHING EXSIST?!?!?" But I can't hold it in any longer, and the sensory depriving darkness of sleep washes over me, and my last thought is "Why am I here?"