So a couple years ago I moved out of state with a boyfriend. I was really excited but understandably anxious about being 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 violently 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 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 jumps up, puts on clothes and grabs a bat. Goes all the way 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 look of tired frustration and says, “We don’t have a doorbell.”