A few years back, I moved to a different state with my boyfriend. I was really excited but understandably anxious about being far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety expressed itself was with bad dreams 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 extremely unsettling. So I jolted my boyfriend awake and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly jumps up, puts on clothes and grabs a bat. Heads straight for the front door and opens it. I, terrified, am peeking around the corner seeing what happens. 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 frustrated and tired expression and says, “We don’t have a fucking doorbell.”