Drifting

Santa Claus could feel himself drifting in and out of consciousness, sometimes he heard voices and other times there was just excruciating silence but he could not bring himself to open up his eyes and this was not because he did not want to but because he could not. It felt like some veil was covering them and wedged so tightly around his skull that it was hard to move but his brain was working in overdrive until it wasn't and he could hardly remember anything.

He could not move too, that was something he had been trying to do for quite a while now but it was impossible and again he felt trapped but he could already figure out that this was a trap of the mind not the body. After fighting for what seemed like a very long time, he gave up. It was best to let his mind heal and begin to function like it used to before, of course he had no idea where he was, he could only imagine that seeing he was alive whether captured or not, he was useful to whoever had him.