So a couple of years I moved out of state with a boyfriend. Was super excited about it but with reason had anxiety about simply being so much from family and friends. 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 distinct night I had woken up the sound of our doorbell ringing. Which at four in the early morning is fucking nerve wracking. So I shook my boyfriend fully awake and told him I noticed the doorbell as well as to go check it since I was scared. He rapidly 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 situation when I listen to him call out to me. Babe? And I respond genuine 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.