Just a little bit more.

Is that you I hear, laughing quietly in the dark?
Like you've just realized a happy thing you were not expecting?
Realizing, perhaps, that there's actually a little bit more than you thought?
A bit more in the bottle
A little bit more comfort from the person next to you
A bit more time with your dog in your lap, loving you unconditionally.
A slightly crumpled but functional cigarette in the drawer by the futon?
A bit more light from the moon, enough to see, enough to remind you.
More stars?  Are you laughing quietly in the dark because of the sheer wonder brought on by so many more starts than you were expecting?
An unexpected bit of shake in the bottom of the baggie, just enough?

A bit more physical love?   
A bit more enjoyment out of the book you picked up from the library on a whim?

A bit more battery life on your phone?   
Don't waste it playing candy crush.  
Call someone.
Talk with them for a bit, and unexpected bit.    Be the reason THEY laugh quietly in the dark.

A cookie?  Did you expect to find the cookie jar empty, and instead found one more? Celebrate that cookie.

Time?  at the end of the day, we all just want a bit more of that.

Did the match book have more matches, did the lighter you thought dead do it's job just one more time, and this is a win in your book?     Did you just empty out your wallet and find an extra fiver in there that you thought was spent?  

Y'see, that's really what it's about, fellow travelers.   The desire for just a bit more.  More than you THINK you have.  
 A bit more understanding, 
a bit more love, 
a bit more adventure, 
a bit more sense of relevancy, the feeling that you just...matter, dammit.
a bit more money, 
a bit more.... what?  What's your bit more?   What would you consider a win?  What little bit more would result in you laughing, quietly, in the dark?

A bit more of me?   Well, you'll get that, after we hear from one of our...eclectic sponsors.





"Yes!" he said aloud, laughing quietly in the night as he groped around the car's console.  It had been so long since he was behind the wheel this late at night in a place unknown to him.  He had forgotten about the radio.  How long had it been since he had just listened to the radio, taking whatever it was offering?  
He lit a smoke, a slightly crumpled but functional one, and pressed the button to roll down the window.   He exhaled out into the moist and vaguely fragrant air as the commercial for 5 year supplies of dried food ended.

"A bit more of you should be just what I need."