A few years back, I moved to a different state with my boyfriend. I was really excited but understandably anxious about being far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety expressed itself was with nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. 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 got up, threw on some clothes and grabs a bat. Heads straight for the front door and opens it. I, scared shitless, am peering from around the corner seeing what happens. 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 a look of tired frustration and says, “We don’t have a damn doorbell.”