Just a glass bowl

“Tell me what you see, darling.” the psychiatrist asked. 

" I see the beautifully cut glass bowl as if it’s the ocean reflecting every ray of light that strikes it, with sea weeds growing passionately. I see hope in it. I see a mermaid kindled with eagerness to jump as if it’s her entire world,"

"But it’s just not. I might think of it to be an ocean, the mermaid might think of it to be her home. But it’s just a bowl with an offshoot," his eyes dropped.

 “It’s amazing how you saw that in just one second,” she said

(Written as a part of Friday fictioneers challege posted by Rochelle Wisoff-fields. For further deatils visit her site here)