Groggy thoughts of his conscious mind began to lap at him like water currents.
The warm, safe feelings of sleep and dreams were fading slowly, and his body shivers from a sudden chilly finger of fresh air. The cold spreads across his skin and into his blood like a disease, and he reflexively curls further into himself.
Soft voices reach his ears. Curiously, he tries to open his eyes, but finds it difficult.
"Look. He's waking up."
He tilts his head towards the voice and starts tensing and stretching his muscles, hoping to get his blood flowing better and shake off his drowsiness.
Finally, he pries his eyes open and blinks hard in the bright light.
"Who are you?"
He answers the question naturally, despite not seeing who is is that's speaking to him. Force of habit, he supposed.
"I'm Canada."