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 frightening 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 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, puts on clothes and grabs a bat. Goes all the way to the front door and opens it. I, petrified, am peeking around the corner watching it all go down. I see him step outside and I nervously await the verdict of the situation when I hear him call out to me. “Babe?” And I respond trembling, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a real frustrated tired look in his eyes and says, “We don’t have a doorbell.”