Some years ago, I relocated to another state with my boyfriend. I was really excited but understandably anxious about being far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety manifested was with frightening nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping and whatnot. On one particular night, I had woken up to the sound of our doorbell ringing. 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. Goes all the way to the front door and opens it. I, petrified, am peering from around the corner seeing what happens. 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 real shaky, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a look of tired frustration and says, “We don’t have a fucking doorbell.”