So a couple years ago I moved out of state with a boyfriend. I was super excited about it but had anxiety about being so far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety manifested was with nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. 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 got up, puts on clothes and grabs a bat. Walks to the front door and opens it. I, petrified, am peering from around the corner observing the whole thing. 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 nervously, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a frustrated and tired expression and says, “We don’t have a fucking doorbell.”