I can’t see anything, I am encapsulated in darkness. My porcelain body is pressed perfectly into the indent where my body rests. I know that I wear a pink dress and pointed shoes. I know that my arms and backs of my hands are pale and that they shine. I know that the walls around me are made of wood, painted pink and white with gold trim. I am only reminded when someone is kind enough to unlach the lid and peer in with gleeful eyes.

What am I?