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 suddenly sitting up 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 shook my boyfriend fully awake 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. Heads straight for the front door and opens it. I, petrified, am peeking 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 trembling, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a look of tired frustration and says, “We don’t have a doorbell.”