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 manifested was with nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. 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 woke my boyfriend up and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly jumps up, got dressed and grabs a bat. Goes all the way to the front door and opens it. I, petrified, am peering from around 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 trembling, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a look of tired frustration and says, “We don’t have a damn doorbell.”