Chapter 3 — Pizza, Dreams, and… a Burger?

After a few quiet days in the hospital, Billy was finally discharged.

The wound had miraculously healed better than expected—so well, in fact, that even the doctors had trouble explaining it.

But Billy wasn’t thinking about that.

As he pushed open the door to his apartment, he sighed in relief.

“Finally home.”

He tossed his bag onto the couch and went straight to the kitchen. His stomach was growling.

He opened the fridge with confidence… and instantly frowned.

“Empty…?”

There was nothing but a lonely bottle of mustard, a half-dried tomato, and an expired yogurt. He closed the door slowly, as if disappointed in his past self.

Billy grabbed his phone.

“Well, time to do what any starving adult does: order food.”

He scrolled through his delivery app, eyes scanning for salvation.

“I’ll take… two pizzas. Yep, just for me.”

He hesitated for a second, staring at the “Order” button.

Should I invite Marie…?

He blinked, thumb hovering.

“…Nah. I’d probably be bothering her.”

He hit “Confirm Order” and flopped onto his bed.

About thirty minutes later, the food arrived. He devoured both pizzas without shame, one after the other, humming happily between bites.

After that, he got into his pyjamas, let out a satisfied sigh, and stretched.

“Alright. Bedtime. Big day tomorrow…”

He dropped into bed, full and drowsy.

Later That Night…

Billy dreamed.

He stood in a soft, glowing space that looked like a fast-food commercial—floating burgers, crispy golden fries, shimmering soda bubbles in midair.

He reached out for a juicy cheeseburger, perfectly grilled and dripping with melted cheese. The fries beside it were crisp, hot, and golden.

As he took a bite in the dream, everything faded into warmth.

The Next Morning

Sunlight peeked through the curtains.

Billy opened his eyes slowly and stretched lazily.

He yawned and rubbed his eyes, then froze.

There, sitting neatly on the floor beside his bed, was a tray.

And on that tray was a perfect burger—with hot, golden fries. Exactly like the one from his dream.

He blinked.

Once.

Twice.

“…What… the hell?”

He sat up, staring at the tray like it might vanish. The smell was real. The heat was real. He reached out and touched the fries. They were still warm.

He tried to remember… something about food… a burger… a dream?

But it was blurry. Almost gone.

Still half-asleep, he mumbled to himself:

“I probably ordered this half-asleep last night or something…”

He didn’t think much more of it.

But deep inside him, something had changed.

And soon… he’d find out just how “incredible” his luck truly was.