Jeff sat in bed, breathing heavily, as his mind struggled to grasp reality. The dream had felt so real and it was heartbreaking. His wife had called him during the day to meet him for a coffee and there, in that imaginary little coffee shop, she left him. As Jeff wiped the sweat from his brow, he sat in silence, trying to make sense of how he felt. Though he knew it was just a dream, waves of guilt, shame, and sadness crashed over him. He couldn’t shake it. His wife was still sleeping next to him. Jeff gave her a kiss on the forehead and then left the bed. The dream had faded away, but it left a stain on Jeff’s reality. He couldn’t let her leave.