I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.
Laura Whitcomb (2005). “A Certain Slant of Light”, p.21, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.