Duncan knew the night was windy as soon as his parched eyes struggled to open. It had been some time since he slept under the sheets. It was nice. Comforting.

Slowly making his way to the kitchen, with only a glowglobe illuminating the cold floor, he stopped at the kitchen to warm up last night's spice coffee over the stove. He leant over the smooth counter and gazed across to the space beneath the skylights in the middle of the house. A map of Arrakis was engraved on the concrete floor and framed by a sunken platform surrounded by stairs. He naturally started looking at the map but then stopped…

“Not yet”.

To the left of the house, there were patches of dust that had obviously seeped through the walls last night. This would’ve bothered him but the crackling sound from the coffee pot erased any bother in that moment.

While carefully filling a cup with his favourite ladle from a market in Arrakeen, he felt around for the switches on the wall that controlled the pivot doors. And flicked both of them up.

Slowly, but quietly he watched Arrakis come into view as all twenty-six stone gabion doors opened.

He took his seat at the floor’s edge, in between two of the doors, and gazed at the desert planet’s eternal dust blanket. It was such a clear morning that he could count thirty-five rows of sand dunes until they met the horizon.

“I am only doing my part in this world. I will experience this day for I know that it’s real.”