So a couple years ago I moved out of state with a 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, breathing heavily. On one particular night, I was awoken by the sound of the doorbell. Which at 4 in the morning is extremely unsettling. So I woke my boyfriend up and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly leaped out of bed, threw on some clothes and grabs a bat. Goes all the way 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 nervously, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a frustrated and tired expression and says, “We don’t have a damn doorbell.”