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 bad dreams and night terrors. I’d wake up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping and whatnot. On one particular night, I was awoken by the sound of the doorbell. Which at 4 in the morning is fucking nerve wracking. So I woke my boyfriend up 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. Goes all the way to the front door and opens it. I, scared shitless, am watching from the corner observing the whole thing. I see him step outside and I fearfully await the outcome 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.”