Final Boarding Call by A. Ligyron

There's a bird in this building. A really small one, she could fit in my palm. She has been flying around for two hours and I doubt she will ever find the doors, and I doubt she's big enough to trigger the motion sensors anyways. I'm sure there's some metaphor there, if this was some story. A bird flying like mad, refusing help.

This is not a story, she is going to die.