It’s a couple of years since I moved out of state with my boyfriend.

I was excited about it but for a reason had anxiety about being so far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety was coming out was with nightmares and night terrors. I was waking up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping, and whatnot.

On one particular night, I had woken up at 4 A.M. in the morning from the sound of our doorbell ringing. It is fucking nerve-wracking. 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 jumps up. Puts on clothes and grabs a bat. Goes all the way to the front door and opens it.

I, scared shitless, am peeking around the corner watching it all godown. 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 real frustrated tired look in his eyes and says,

“We don’t have a fucking doorbell.”