So a couple years ago I moved out of state with a 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 frightening nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up jerking upright in a cold sweat, gasping and whatnot. On one particular night, I had woken up to the sound of our doorbell ringing. Which at 4 in the morning is extremely unsettling. 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 got up, threw on some clothes and grabs a bat. Goes all the way to the front door and opens it. I, scared shitless, am peeking around the corner seeing what happens. I see him step outside and I fearfully await the outcome 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 fucking doorbell.”