Some years ago, I relocated to another state with my boyfriend. I was really excited but understandably anxious about being far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety manifested was with frightening nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up jerking upright in a cold sweat, gasping for air. 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, got dressed and grabs a bat. Heads straight for the front door and opens it. I, scared shitless, am peering from 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 a frustrated and tired expression and says, “We don’t have a doorbell.”