So a couple years ago I moved out of state with a boyfriend. Although excited, I was anxious about being away from my 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, breathing heavily. On one particular night, I was awoken by the sound of the doorbell. Which at 4 in the morning is incredibly nerve-racking. So I woke my boyfriend up and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly got up, threw on some clothes and grabs a bat. Goes all the way to the front door and opens it. I, scared shitless, am peering from around the corner observing the whole thing. 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 real shaky, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a look of tired frustration and says, “We don’t have a damn doorbell.”