A few years back, I moved to a different state with my boyfriend. I was super excited about it but had anxiety about being so far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety manifested was with bad dreams and night terrors. I’d wake up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. On one particular night, I had woken up to the sound of our doorbell ringing. Which at 4 in the morning is fucking nerve wracking. So I jolted my boyfriend awake and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly got up, puts on clothes and grabs a bat. Walks to the front door and opens it. I, terrified, am watching from 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 real frustrated tired look in his eyes and says, “We don’t have a fucking doorbell.”