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 frightening 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 shook my boyfriend fully awake and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly jumps up, puts on clothes and grabs a bat. Walks to 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 nervously await the verdict of the situation when I hear him call out to me. “Babe?” And I respond real shaky, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a real frustrated tired look in his eyes and says, “We don’t have a damn doorbell.”