It was a homemade box, crafted with quite a bit of thought for the contents, with compartments I sized to fit the items I wanted beside me in the evening. As anyone might have predicted, in less than a year, it had become a junk-all, and I was pretty sure there wouldn't be much left if I decluttered it. Although I anticipated a big payoff, it would require a lot of decisions. I wanted to do it, but I didn't want to.
I dumped this ugly box on the counter and what I got is pictured below.
Then I needed something to hold the remaining, loose items, so I went in search of a small container. Because these items happened to be of such varying shapes, I couldn't find the perfect box, bowl or basket, not until I went back to the pile and made another cull. I compromised by putting the file inside the nightstand rather than on top and decided I could get up off my ass to find one if I really needed a pen. After that, the search went better, and I found a wooden, lidless, square box that served my need. The final assemblage is in the pic below.
I'm now exhausted, so decluttering the interior of the nightstand will have to wait for another day. I don't think I could go through all that again so soon!