So a couple years ago I moved out of state with a boyfriend. I was super excited about it but had anxiety about being so far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety expressed itself was with bad dreams and night terrors. I’d wake up suddenly 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 jumps up, puts on clothes and grabs a bat. Goes all the way to the front door and opens it. I, terrified, am peeking around the corner seeing what happens. 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 real shaky, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a real frustrated tired look in his eyes and says, “We don’t have a fucking doorbell.”