Some years ago, I relocated to another state with my boyfriend. Although excited, I was anxious about being away from my friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety was coming out was with nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up jerking upright in a cold sweat, gasping and whatnot. On one particular night, I woke up to the sound of our doorbell. Which at 4 in the morning is incredibly nerve-racking. So I shook my boyfriend fully awake and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly jumps up, threw on some clothes and grabs a bat. Walks 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 anxiously wait to see what's going on when I hear him call out to me. “Babe?” And I respond nervously, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a look of tired frustration and says, “We don’t have a doorbell.”