Some years ago, I relocated to another state with my boyfriend. Although excited, I was anxious about being away from my friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety expressed itself was with nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up suddenly sitting up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. On one particular night, I woke up to the sound of our doorbell. Which at 4 in the morning is incredibly nerve-racking. So I shook my boyfriend fully awake and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly leaped out of bed, got dressed and grabs a bat. Walks to the front door and opens it. I, terrified, am watching from the corner watching it all go down. I see him step outside and I fearfully await the outcome when I hear him call out to me. “Babe?” And I respond real shaky, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a real frustrated tired look in his eyes and says, “We don’t have a damn doorbell.”