Paul's POV

I woke abruptly to something - or someone - jumping up and down on my bed. At first, I thought it might have been a cat. John had this obsession with cats and kept letting them in the house and feeding them, despite me repeatedly telling him that the really overweight ginger cat evidently had an owner but went round eating from other people's homes. He refused to believe me, and called them 'his babies'. He was seriously over protective of them, checking them each time for cuts and grazes, and cooing at them and becoming all soft [that part the others and I don't mind too much - John's easier to deal with that way] - however, it's rather obvious the cats are only using him for food. Heaven forbid what would happen if one of them were to pass away though. I'm just praying it won't happen soon. Or, preferably, anytime at all. 

"Come on, mum, wake up!!"

"Yeah, I'm hungwy!"

One thing I did know about cats, however, was that they certainly couldn't talk. 

I looked up, and opened my eyes carefully, afraid of who might be there. Three pairs of big eyes, two pairs brown, one pair blue - were blinking at me. I sat up quickly in bed, and I found that they were little children - no older that five years of age. The biggest one [who had told his mum to 'wake up'] was sitting on my chest, like it was a saddle. The skinniest one was nibbling my hands [probably the one who was 'hungwy']. The one with blue eyes was cuddling into me, half asleep.

"Ummm......" I said, unsure what to say or do. Think logically, I told myself, "I'm gonna wake up my mates, OK. Then we can sort out how you got here and, yeah, other stuff, y'know."

I looked around to wake up George [he was the calmest ergo the best to wake up first] but I found that I couldn't see his slight frame in his bed. Scanning round, I discovered that none of my friends were in bed. I couldn't think where they were, so I'd have to find them later.

"Sorry fellas, I don't know where my friends are," I murmered, more to myself than the kids. "Do you want to help me look for them downstairs?"

"What are their names?" The one on my chest asked, rather loudly. I wondered if he was always that vocal.

"John, George and Ringo," I answered.

"That's what we're called!" The loud one yelled, dismissivley. "I'm John, that's George," - he pointed to the one muching my hand - "and that's Ringo." 

My mind to a few seconds to comprehend this, then it exploded. What did 'John' mean? Surely he was just copying what I said, to annoy me? Yet, since he'd said that, I started to realise how much they were like John, George and Ringo. 'John' was loud, confident, and was the one to speak first [also the only one so far to really talk to me]. He was also a big build, the tallest and he had auburn hair with hazel eyes. 'George' had hardly spoken, and when he had, it was very quietly. He was eating my hand and was moaning he was hungry, which was very George - like. He was skinny too, with bushy eyebrows and hair, and vast ears. And, by what I'd seen of 'Ringo', he was like him too. But if 'John' was to believed, how did it happen? Maybe I'd ask them some questions, to test them out. See who they actually were.

"Oh, that's nice," I lied, smiling, "So then, where's your mum?"

"You are, silly billy!" 'John' laughed, and 'George' giggled, without making eye contact with me. 'Ringo' just snoozed on me.

"Right, whatever," I sighed. I was getting no where. "If you really are John, what's your biggest talent?"

"I'm  perfect at everything. But everyone says I'm best at teasing people and annoying them." 

"Maybe you really are John....." I whispered to myself, half serious. "Well, George, what's your talent then?" 

"Eating." He said so quietly I could hardly hear him.

"Of course," I rolled my eyes. Then I had an idea to find out if they really were my friends. "Just one last question: what is George's biggest secret that we pretend not to know about but we do know really."

'George' looked horrified, and John's face was saying, 'You're actually gonna let me say this without me getting into trouble?'.

John leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "George has a teddy in bed or else he won't go to sleep." 

Oh shit. They really were my friends. But how did they end up as kids? And why was I their 'mum'? And why did weird things keep happening to me?? Seriously, first Ringo turned into a kitten, and now this!! Is is karma or something?