So a couple of yrs I moved out of state with a boyfriend. Was super excited about it but with reason had anxiety about simply being so much from friends and family. One of the reasons my anxiety was coming out was with nightmares and night terrors. I would 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 morning is actually fucking nerve wracking. So I shook my boyfriend fully awake and informed him I heard 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 healthy 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 scenario when I listen to him call out to me. Babe? And I react genuine shaky, Yes? He stands in the doorway with a genuine frustrated tired look in his eyes and states, We do not have a fucking doorbell.