Gigantic Glass Wall

I stood there at the gate.  Not really sure what to do but crawl under.  The posts were enormous at my height.

Something strange had happened the night before in the wretched November storm.  I awoke early in the morning by a barrage of white flashes through my bedroom window.  Startled, I hobbled into the living room with a slab of annoyance on my back.

I briefly peered out the back door's wide opening to see a small figure.  Almost gnome-like, but with ears at least a foot long and 's' shaped.  It just stood there... staring.  I say 'it', but he had the appearance of a rather gruff old man - in fireplace mantle size.

I couldn't think of what else to do but go out onto the back porch.  Surely, I had to be in some type of sleep-induced stupor.  This couldn't be real.  I had nothing funny to eat or drink the night before.  Though, I'll admit, that extra piece of cake after dinner was unnecessary.

The door cracked as I gently tugged inward and another quick flash temporarily blinded me.

When my eyes readjusted to the darkness, I couldn't help but notice that the gnome-man had grown!  I'm not talking a mere couple of inches.  We were now standing eye to eye and nose to nose!

I had a full heart to jump back and crash through the door's glass.  But instead, I just froze.  Staring.  Wondering who would make the first move... if I even had a chance to make a move.

"You are but a wheat top waving in the storm's breath, Harry." He let out with a low grumble.

"What?  My name's Richard, this is my house, and I was trying to sleep!" I said.

"A breath is but a passing moment in such a short life-span, child."

"Look - I don't know what you're talking about... how'd you get so big, anyway?"

"You are surrounded by confusion.  Your perspective has changed, yes, but it is not I you need worry about."

I took a quick glance around.  There beside me stood a 10' tall set of porch furniture... or at least it seemed that way.  The door - that passageway to this mess - had turned into a gigantic glass wall, the metal knob taunting me from floors above.

"WHAT!  What the hell did you do to me?!"

"Your setting is wrong - this is no doing of the Darkland, friend.  This is a gift.  This is your portal to life as it is meant to be seen.  Your veil has been lifted, little one.  Be free.  Just be."

The gnome-man vanished without a trace.  I stood alone on my back porch, in my underwear, which would now be mistaken for a Ken-doll's clothing, and not a bit of the whole made sense.

The only thing that came to mind was had I sprayed for fire-ants, yet?  This was going to be a rough night.