closing your eyes in the bed, you felt and heard your blanket shift, and a voice

Hey... I don't know who I am.. nor if I exist... I do not know if I can see or if there was nothing to be viewed upon.

Open your eyes... tell me who I am... what do my eyes look like? My mouth...? My hands? The features I treasure, when they meet your body or sight... tell me... what do they look like?