So a couple years ago I moved out of state with a boyfriend. I was super excited about it but had anxiety about being so far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety expressed itself was with nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up jerking upright in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. 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 woke my boyfriend up and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly leaped out of bed, puts on clothes and grabs a bat. Goes all the way to the front door and opens it. I, petrified, 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 nervously, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a frustrated and tired expression and says, “We don’t have a doorbell.”