(My name is Simon, a denizen of planet earth. Though as far as I can remember or know, nothing that looks like how I do presently has been seen by the people of earth, outside of maybe some sort of texts from an ancient civilization...)
Sinking into thought (rather then the pool of water beside him), he sits down on the smooth, what he believes to be stone, floor.
(Wait, this is far too smooth to be natural. I must be in some form of ruin. And judging from my ability to breath without difficulty, this was not a place intended for burial, but rather as place of residence... Wait... why would I be thinking of these things? I remember some insignificant things, but that actually felt important....)
Feeling a wave of confusion wash over him, he shakes away the discomfort within his head, and looks back to where he awoke, which was only a few steps behind him.
(An indentation in the stone? And... some sort of stone box? A chest? Treasure perhaps?)
While thinking back to games he played in the past, he approaches the chest first. An expression of childlike glee can't help but be present on his equally childlike face, barely exposing tiny but sharp teeth within his mouth. Pushing off the stone tablet on top of the chest reveals...
A bunch of rags.
(You can't be serious.)