A few years back, I moved to a different state with my boyfriend. I was really excited but understandably anxious about being far from 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 and whatnot. 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 jumps up, threw on some clothes and grabs a bat. Walks to the front door and opens it. I, terrified, am peeking around 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 trembling, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a frustrated and tired expression and says, “We don’t have a damn doorbell.”