So a couple years ago I moved out of state with a boyfriend. I was really excited but understandably anxious about being far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety expressed itself was with bad dreams and night terrors. I’d wake up jerking upright in a cold sweat, gasping and whatnot. On one particular night, I woke up to the sound of our doorbell. Which at 4 in the morning is fucking nerve wracking. So I jolted my boyfriend awake and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly got up, puts on clothes and grabs a bat. Heads straight for the front door and opens it. I, petrified, am peering from around the corner watching it all go down. 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 nervously, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a look of tired frustration and says, “We don’t have a doorbell.”