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 nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. On one particular night, I woke up to the sound of our doorbell. 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 leaped out of bed, puts on clothes and grabs a bat. Heads straight for the front door and opens it. I, scared shitless, am watching from the corner seeing what happens. I see him step outside and I anxiously wait to see what's going on 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 fucking doorbell.”