A few years back, I moved to a different state with my boyfriend. I was super excited about it but had anxiety about being so far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety was coming out was with nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up suddenly sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping and whatnot. On one particular night, I woke up to the sound of our doorbell. Which at 4 in the morning is extremely unsettling. So I jolted my boyfriend awake and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly leaped out of bed, threw on some clothes and grabs a bat. Walks to the front door and opens it. I, petrified, am watching from the corner watching it all go down. I see him step outside and I anxiously wait to see what's going on when I hear him call out to me. “Babe?” And I respond nervously, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a look of tired frustration and says, “We don’t have a damn doorbell.”