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 suddenly sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. 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 jolted my boyfriend 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. Walks to the front door and opens it. I, scared shitless, am peeking around 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 real shaky, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a frustrated and tired expression and says, “We don’t have a damn doorbell.”