So a few years I moved out of state with a boyfriend. Was really excited about this however with explanation had anxiety about being so much from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety was coming out was with nightmares as well as night terrors. I'd wake up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping and whatnot. On one specific night I had woken up the sound of our doorbell ringing. Which at 4 in the early morning is fucking nerve wracking. So I shook my boyfriend completely awake and stated to him I noticed the doorbell and to go check it since I was scared. He quickly jumps up. Puts on clothes as well as grabs a bat. Goes all the right way to the front door and opens it. I, scared shitless, am peeking around the corner watching everything go down. I see him step outside and I nervously await the verdict of the circumstance while I notice him call out to me. Babe? And I react real shaky, Yes? He appears in the doorway with a genuine frustrated tired appearance in his eyes and says, We do not have a fucking doorbell.