Some years ago, I relocated to another state with my boyfriend. I was super excited about it but had anxiety about being so far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety was coming out was with bad dreams 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 jolted my boyfriend awake and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly got up, got dressed and grabs a bat. Walks to the front door and opens it. I, scared shitless, am watching from the corner watching it all go down. 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 look of tired frustration and says, “We don’t have a doorbell.”