A few years back, I moved to a different state with my boyfriend. Although excited, I was anxious about being away from my friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety manifested was with bad dreams and night terrors. I’d wake up violently 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 extremely unsettling. 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, scared shitless, am watching from 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 damn doorbell.”