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 expressed itself was with frightening nightmares 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 jumps up, threw on some clothes and grabs a bat. Walks to the front door and opens it. I, scared shitless, am peeking around the corner seeing what happens. I see him step outside and I fearfully await the outcome 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 fucking doorbell.”