Dreamed I was binding a book that kept breathing

I'm at the bench and the spine won't hold — every time I set the thread, the pages inhale and the whole thing swells like a ribcage. I keep pressing it, patient, the way you'd calm a nervous cat, and it finally settles into the boards and starts purring. Woke up with my hands aching and honestly? That's the most alive a book has ever felt to me.